Boys have to slash their fingers to become brothers. Girls trade their Kotex, me and Molly do it in the mall's public facility.
Me and Molly never remember each other's birthdays. On purpose. We don't like scores of any kind. We don't wear watches or weigh ourselves.
Me and Molly have tasted beer. We drank our shampoo. We went to the doctor together and lifted our specimen cups in a toast. We didn't drink that stuff. We just gargled.
When Me and Molly get the urge, we are careful to put it back exactly as we found it. It looks untouched.
Between the two of us, Me and Molly have 20/20 vision.
Me and Molly are in eighth grade for good. We like it there. We adore the view. We looked both ways and decided not to cross the street. Others who'd been to the other side didn't return. It was a trap.
Me and Molly don't double date. We don't multiply anything. We don't kow our multiplication tables from a coffee table. We'll never be decent waitresses, indecent ones maybe.
Me and Molly do not believe in going ape or going bananas or going Dutch. We go as who we are. We go as what we are.
Me and Molly have wiped each other's asses with ferns. Made emergency tampons of our fingers. Me and Molly made do with what we have. Me and Molly are in love with wiping the blackboard with each other's hair. The chalk give me and Molly and idea of what old age is like; it is dusty and makes us sneeze. We are allergic to it.
Me and Molly, that's M and M, melt in your mouth.
What are we doing in your mouth? Me and Molly bet you'll never guess. Not in a million years. We plan to be around that long. Together that long. Even if we must freeze the moment and treat the photograph like the real thing.
Me and Molly don't care what people think. We're just glad that they do.
Me and Molly lick the dew off the morning grasses but taste no honey till we lick each other's tounges.
We wear full maternity sails. We boat upon my broken water. The katabatic action begins, Molly down my canal binnacle first, her water breaking in me like an anointing.
by Thylias Moss