My Dear

By Devon Borkowski

 

We own our troop 2006 daisy blue vests

With our names written on the inside collar in black felt-tipped marker,

And the bits of string and feather you braided into my hair

 

We own the Ben Franklin Museum

The static electricity that crackled on our fingertips

And the sound of that colossal heart beating

 

We own our sleeping bags

And the story of the jersey devil

 

We own my glow in the dark braces

And the surgical knife that New York City doctor used to open up your jaw

 

And Top Gun and Terminator and every song on the Next to Normal soundtrack

 

We own the sound of your bed frame creaking

The sound of horror podcasts after your sister had gone to sleep

 

We own the shitty haircuts we gave each other two days before prom

The word homophobic

And Sweet Caroline

 

We own tequila sunrises

And your apartment in PA

With the little dog yapping outside that ostensibly belongs to your neighbor

But belongs to us too

 

We own the confession booth at Saint Mary’s

And all the secrets left in it

 

We own the wide open woods where we took off our t-shirts that one hot summer

And ran around barefoot in our bras

Pretending to be lost boys

 

 

Devon’s Bio:

Devon Borkowski studies painting at Mason Gross school of the arts. She is from Shamong, New Jersey, which is located in the Pine Barrens. She enjoys theater, art, and literature and is enjoying taking classes in all three subjects this semester and learning all she can.