she has the eye—
on every trip
she rearranges
the decor of our 
AirBnB and 
makes drinks
that taste good 
but look even 
better like 
the ones you 
see in magazines 

she knows how
to take the 
best Instagram 
photos, how 
to post them
with witty 
captions

I don’t know 
how she’s made
it this long
without becoming
famous

we put on hats
and walk out in
the golden hour

she plucks the plants 
from the earth, 
hands them 
to me with 
artful gestures
so I know 
wordlessly
how to hold 
them to 
her liking

the sun shines
off her shoulders
narrow and strong
beneath the white 
wrap sundress
covered in flowers
itself 

I like following
her, I like loving
her without 
hating myself

we try to weave
some of the flowers
into crowns 
and are quietly 
giggling but sad 
that we’ve
forgotten how 

you lose girlhood
in little ways 
like that,
the things 
you forget 

but the magic 
of a friend 
like her 
keeps a 
bit of it
blossoming
your whole 
life