The Kudzu Review
To the Girl Running Reverse Down Pensacola Street at 7:47 A.M. Sophia Upshaw
To the girl running reverse down Pensacola Street at 7:47 a.m., I hope you get to class on time. Backpack smacking your spine, I hope your alarm clock never falters. I hope your shoelaces fall madly in love, move to the suburbs, and buy a white picket fence to call home.
I hope you never miss your bus, bleed through your panties during exam week, or believe for even a second that 3 for $27 is a good deal on panties. I hope you never have to fake an orgasm, or that you get an Oscar for all the ones you do. I hope you never have to download Tinder and swipe through a Bass Pro Shops catalog of men holding up dead fish. And God! I hope you meet your lover in a coffee shop, that your eyes lock like an espresso shot to the veins, penciled in by the fates like a script for a rom-com starring Cameron Diaz.
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