Girlhood

Artwork by Rebecca Song, staff artist

When the sidewalk reeks of lost

in the woods, pray we're anything but


girls. On the safe path, with hoods over

our heads, howls can still fit themselves


into whistling. Watch the way

the wolves consume: like a breath,


inside-out, souring the maw of night


In the dark, we'll forget to spit out

the liquid curses. Our fortunes here


lie not in being kissed awake, but

being untouched asleep; lay us down


gently, hang a wreath in case


Watch the way we've learned to fold

the hands of our grief back in their laps.


'Cause even then, we'll just disappear,

we'll just turn into sea foam—but someday,


let us be girls, opening our bodies

like lilies to the sky, girls laying down


the loud pavement beneath our feet.


#feminism #girlhood


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