Are you a friend?

„Are you a friend?”
she wrote on the piece of  the newspaper
my sandwich was wrapped with.
“Of course I am”
I almost said.
But instead I handed her a slice of bread.
She tore off a piece and started to chew
in that cute, annoying way I like
or don’t like,
depending.

And then we went downtown.

As usually
we showed each other
the flowery balconies
in the old town.
“It would be so cool to live here”
“Yeah, cool, but it must be so expensive”
“Lucky bastards”
Little rituals,
yes, we have those.

Then we kissed
friendly kiss,
just with lips,
no tongues.
We’ve created a very closed circle of friends.
Just two of us
in this weird unfriendly town,
and we didn't need anyone.

If anyone asks,
we didn’t
go to
bed.