Wildfires

One of the girls, Desiree, approached me
As I took a sip from my water bottle
And nibbled on a celery stick.
She’s the type of girl
Your mother warns you not to associate with.

But when do I ever listen to my mother?

She asked me if I wanted to be skinny;
I ignored her and didn’t respond.
Desiree snickered and rolled her eyes,
Taking out a plastic bag.

Do you want to be skinny?
she repeated, waving the bag in front of my face.

I finished the celery stick and
Began to hurl obscenities at her.
Fatpigslobdisgustingdrugaddict.

But she just laughed and tossed
A bottle of pretty pills in my lap;
She told me she’ll see me later
And left me the hell alone.

Attached to the bottle is her number
As well as a home address and a note:
There’s a party at my house.
You better be there!
Think of the pills as a gift.
I have a feeling we’d be good friends.

I picked up the bottle and
Read the label carefully.
Diet pills.
I don’t know if I should be
Thankful or offended.

I’ll go with the former.