Wild child
- Anessa Pretlow
- Nov 7, 2022
- 1 min read
She tells me,
"Hey wild child”
Tells me to take my shoes off before I enter
She offers to braid my untamed summer hair
And paint my nails an ugly green shade
A college student, she just moved here
Not much furniture
But I don't care
Her smile is enough to fill the room
But it would be nice to have some food
We drive to Aolani's Cafe
In her very first car
With an aloha air freshener
Dangling from the rearview mirror
Aolani's is our favorite place
We come inside and sit by the windows
She takes another sip of water
While I loudly chew
The drive home is quiet
Because our stomachs are full, and so are our minds
I have not seen her in a long time
But when I do, I feel emerged
In her love
You see, she calls me "Wild child"
And it's not just a phrase
Because when I enter her home, I am free
Able to be who I want to be
Because I know my sweet cousin,
Loves me dearly
No matter if my hair is wild
No matter if forget my manners
She loves me regardless
I am her sweet, Wild Child.
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