by Kerry Hammerton
Our hair is the same length,
parted on one side,
mine highlighted blonde.
I still have that lopsided grin
and the deep grooves
that run from nose to mouth.
My right thumb remains stubbornly
shorter than my left.
I am heavier but three inches taller.
You are wearing your school uniform,
black jersey over a blue summer dress,
stretching the school rules,
and me? I have become conservative
in ways that you could never imagine.