Your sullen friend's unnerved me. I recoil from her purple hair,
Her mall-bought, cliched hipster clothes, her narrowed eyes
And tight-pressed lips. It's clear she wants no part of me,
And that's okay. I ought to go. I did enjoy this afternoon
Before that crabby babe showed up. I liked our walk beside
The pond, the dopey puns we came up with as we despaired
Of living past the current vogue for tyranny. I liked the way
You leaned against me. Maybe we could take up where we
Left off on another day like this one, when your sullen friend
Has things she needs to do.