Oldies Poem by anais vionet

I'm laughing this morning, spontaneously. We're not studying any more. Our sophomore school year is over. I'm giddy, giggling, like a 9 year old on sugar.

I think I just finished the hardest class that I'll ever take - my last pure-math class, ever - and I got an "A." Just barely - by two-hundredths of a point (.02) . That's by the skin of a bacteria, the thickness of a sigh or the weight of a glance. Yeah, and I'll take it very much.

We're gathered, with two extra-large NY Pizza Supremas, around Lisa's parent's long, white kitchen island. Lisa and I parked on tall bar stools and Peter, lounging on a nearby couch. The playlist we'd had going, had just ended. We're looping a lot of T.Swift because we're going to see her in concert in TWO days (May 14th 2023) . Leeza (Lisa's 13 yo little sister) is here too - but she's in a mood.

"You know what I want to hear? " I offered.
"What" Peter asked.
"The other side of the door" I said. Leeza groaned.
"OH MY GOD, " Lisa squealed, "ANAIS, Anais! ! , I KNEW I loved you, I already knew!
Lisa turned to Peter, "Anais and I we, we have this string - some might call an invisible string"
"Yeah, " I laugh. "tying us to each other, " Lisa continued, laughing, "and sometimes I get so shocked when she reminds me it's there." "right, " I agree.
"And you're so real for that - it's so true." Lisa finishes by starting the song.

"Taylor Swift's "the other side of the door" plays, Leeza stomps out, taking half a pie and when the song finishes there's silence.

"Wow" Lisa said. Peter looked up from wherever absurdly boring physics article he was reading.
"Sorry, " I told Peter, fanning myself, "we're recovering. That song has the best outro in the business."
"Cause you just expect a song to end on a chill fadeout" Lisa explains, "and end nicely."
"This one just ends, BAM! " I laughed. "BAM! " Lisa echos, laughing as well.
"It's trenchant - the little black dress - you just have to shake your hips every TIME, " I say.
"It eats, it eats every TIME, " Lisa agreed.
"It eats so much I forget he cheated on her! " I laugh, "I don't even CARE! "
"I don't even care, " Lisa chuckles, "in the outro, " she tells Peter, "she's takin' back her man because he got with some girl in a little black dress."
"It's a hard lyric, " I say, "the beautiful eyes, the conversations, the lies, are all I can think of."
"I like Taylor's version the best, " Lisa said, "you get the emotional maturity and her voice is more mature."

"Of course, " I said, "I grew up with that album - I think it came out in 2008 (I was 5) - but I remember, about two years ago, maybe three, I was in high school, some friends and I were driving to the lake and it was a full-on Swift-sing-along. We finished singing it, and I thought, "WOAH, that song EATS - how had I missed that? "
"I know, " Lisa echoed, "her music just hits at different stages of life and still comes off fresh."
"Like someone discovering the Beatles, " Peter said, "who were - 60 years ago? "
"Yeah, or David, " I said. Peter looked confused.
"David - from the Bible? " I explained, "THAT was a long time ago too. Have you Godless Californian's ever read any of the Bible? "
"No, " Peter said, sarcastically, going back to his reading, "but I saw the movie."
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Webster: Trenchant: communication that's strong, clear, and perceptive.

Slang..
eats = fully enjoyable, it slays