sleepovers tender_square when our eyes got tired of tv flashes, us girls would form a drawing line snug inside our sleeping bags, all turning right for five minutes before switching left. it’s hard to say who had the better deal; the middle person who was touched every rotation, though they had to draw throughout. or to be on the ends, giving without receiving, until it was their turn to take in all the shivers without distraction. we’d write messages across sheets of back bone using the gentle press of our pencil fingers, and guess at individual letters one by one, words which, more often than not, spelled out our names and “i love you.” 211114 what's it to you? who go blather from