it’s brat summer so ofcccc the girlies are single and screaming and finding survival in selfishness. our hearts spinning 360 to watch eachother’s blind spots, like you got something in your teeth and i might say something stupid but what if you texted this? with each other we are brats but never mean girls. #bitches but never broken. to be any kind of girl as long as we are each other’s girls.
i think about it all the time — how our parents coordinated our births B2b just to emerge from uncle paul’s swimming pool together every summer as a conjoined kind of baptism. talk talk all you want about blood, but sisterhood can also be found in airplane seats and Just Dance rounds. backyard barbecues and belting clarity like it was up to us to keep 2012 in our tiny lungs.
it’s true, how it is so confusing to be a Girl, so confusing that even we will mistake some delusions for good choices. think everything is romantic but know nothing is sustainable. but when sadness drums like one of the club classics in the hall of our ribs, we slow dance to each other’s joy. rewind to fresh apple slices after dinners when thigh gaps didn’t mean a thing.
365 days a year my secrets are yours to hold. i will blast von dutch with you to any awkward family dinner or sacred sunright run. sympathy is a knife but never with us, no, our sympathy is a song that softens the sky. tell me what lashes you use and i’ll blink us into a forever core memory. try my lip gloss and i’ll whisper you’ve never stopped sparkling. sing with me. then stay with me. then we can leave, as long as it’s together.