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To Eliane: My French Fry Friend
Together we sat in your Nona's porch
back above your daddy's store
we'd make bunches and bunches of French Fries
and while they cooked
we'd do homework and play Barbies
Once, you got mad and we didn't talk...
for TWO whole hours.
We swore we'd never fight again.
You were always shorter than me,
with curly black hair.
We were like "Batman and Robin"
sidekicks in capes.
It was us against the world;
the black haired lebanese beauty
and the brown haired, gangly tomboy.
Now, I don't eat French Fries
because we don't eat them together
and I have forgotten
how to make their special magic flavour.
I don't play Barbies,
not just bacause of my age
but, because I moved away
and you weren't near.
We've never had a chanceto break
our special promise;
we can't fight,
because we are lost
in the distance between us.
