after Lisel Mueller
on her profile i see she has 2 kids,now 1 she had in high school, now noneat all. she unaborts 1.she is unpregnantin 8th grade. she unresemblesher favorite pop singer Pink. she uncutsher hair, it pulls into her scalp from clumps on the floor.her new boyfriend forgets the weight of her.she leaves her new boyfriend. he’s forgettingher phone number. she becomes my girlfriendshe picks up the phone & i am on the lineungiving a goodbye. her best friend trades lettersbetween us. we each open letttersfrom ourselves with hearts on the outside.she transfers to our magnet school. she movesto a neighborhood close by. we separateat the lips. we have never kissed behind the school.she unchecks the yes box on the note & i take awaymy middle school love letter. i unmeet her cop father& her Chicano moms. we walk backwards into Baskin-Robbinsthrowing up gold medal ribbon ice cream into cups.it rounds into scoops, flattens into gallon drumsof sugar & cream & coldness. we are six years old.maybe we can go back to then. i unlearnher name, the way it is spelled the samebackward. how it flips on a page, or in my mouth.i never knew words could do thatuntil 5 minutes from now.