sisterhood of sequinned traveling pants

it’s like a drug honna says
about feeling wild and stupid
with smittenness
amongst the rhythm of her
freezing dogwalk steps
in carbondale illinois while i
park-bench sit
amongst the moss and greengrowth everywhere
of portland oregon
_______

steam rising from
pink blush of tea
in clear glass mug
on clear glass saucer
_______

how i double over
with laughter when gina
shares what she wrote
in the notes section
of the bulk order
next to the tea: love oooo long time
_______

wherein i am called a voyagette
and the shimmering skies of the
sisterhood of sequinned traveling pants
are mentioned

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