My Three Best Girls

My Three Best Girls

written by: Elara Voss

 

I want it all—
to drive under stars
with my three best girls.

Laughing like maniacs,
sharing a bottle of beer,
while wind undoes my hair.

I’ll be in the black, sexy dress
Chloe loves oh so much.
Even if she pretends
it’s too scandalous.

Somewhere, a window will slam—
a neighbor shouting
about the hour,
but we won’t hear it.

We’ll be too busy
making more noise.

I’ll laugh,
tilt the bottle in offering,
and almost spill it on Lila—
who’s always plotting.

Abby will snatch it,
giggle, gulp like water
(or vodka—
she drinks that more than water).

Chloe will groan,
“Idiots,”
then grab the bottle’s neck
(there’s always the fear
that one day
it’ll be mine or Abs’ neck instead)

and curse us
for not bringing
something better—
while chugging it down
her sexy neck.

Lila will smile—
sweet and, wicked.
Just wait.
Until they learn
about the laxative
I added.

The next day,
we’ll start packing
with diarrhea and hangovers.

Abs and I
have flights,
while Chloe refuses
to leave this
wretched place.

Lila will probably
be with Chloe,
or in some exotic
university abroad,
plotting her next chaos.

And we’ll say goodbye,
go back to our lives,
pretending the last
twenty hours
never
happened—

(except for four blurry photos
on a dead group chat,
and an angry Facebook post)