"Nobody gets me"
is something the thought broadcaster never has to say.
She's a noisy spill, despite still lips.
She thinks, "I'm a bitch today. I need to get laid"
and some guy in China crashes his bicycle.
Diogenes meets her at the diner--
no texted invitation necessary.
She's his bae
bending spoons with hello.
A 55 for my BFF.