Friendship Fantasies
I tell you the truth. You believe me.
A tree falls and collapses and folds us into the ground like a book binding bone.
You pull a splinter out of my finger. I defend you against marauders. We create a barrier of safety for a friend whose emotional equilibrium is threatened by her reality.
I give you a ride to the gas station when you run out of fuel. You give me a phone number that will get me out of trouble. We whisper about how much we love our friends.
I tell you the truth. You believe me.
About this photo: This is one of two photos the local print shop printed for me from a roll of film a while ago. I had to laugh because this is clearly a mistake, or was it?Maybe the printer knows something I don’t. Did they think this was art, for example? Are we friends?
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