my best friends.

 

we call ourselves “the usual” 

 

and we like to think of ourselves as a much less badass version of the breakfast club

because while we love to go out for breakfast together

and all order the same thing to freak out the waitress

we're way too scared to do anything to get put in detention

 

we have an email chain 

with all the stupid addresses we made when we were 12 

and we use vintage gmail emoticons because they make us feel like hipsters

 

we study for exams by sitting outside a starbucks

and laughing too loudly at everything that shouldn’t be funny

but still is

 

what else?

 

my friends’ love for each other knows no bounds 

 

they visited me in the hospital the second i was taken off of isolation

and described in detail the hot spanish exchange student

because they know how much i love to stare at the 'foreign imports' during math class

 

and one of them learned how to knit so they could make me a hat in my favorite colors when my hair started to thin and fall out

 

and my other friend slacked off for a solid week in her yearbook class to make me a collage of shirtless pictures of my celebrity husband

because there is a surprising lack of male eye candy on the sixth floor of a children's hospital

 

and they threw a surprise party for me last year when i found out i was finally in remission

i cried when i realized it was all for me

 

and they all text-bombed me with pictures of baby animals this year

while i sat in the ER and waited to find out that my disease has relapsed

 

and now i'm sitting here typing this poem

and my phone keeps ding-ding-dinging

because the group text titled "the usual" is never quiet, not even for a second

and that's just the way we like it.