A1*18

“Ha-ha. Steak sauce 18.”

I remember the first time

I said that to you.

The van rumbled down the road.

Tavis bragged about the band.

Momo and I made fun of you both.

You shook your head and made

That adorable angry face.

“A1. Not steak sauce,”

You replied. I laughed.

Ever since then, I’ve

Teased you about everything.

I know it embarrasses you.

But I love the pink flush

That spreads beneath your freckles.

I adore the angry twinkle

In your hazel eyes.

It’s the one that lets me know

You instantly forgive me.

I will tease you for the rest of our lives

About being “ambidextrous”

And being able to stretch really far.

I’ll tease you for the way you squeak

When you laugh really hard

And I know you’ll let me.

That’s what friends are for.