God and Nutella

The poem scoured away all pretense. The other girls who hooked up with Nutella, the ones who'd wanted him after the hookup and tried to date him, he treated with politeness and indifference. They were undead, pumping their farheads against our windows. After God and Nutella ate the sandwiches, they made carrot ginger cupcakes for our midpoint between spring break and summer party.