GIRL MOTHER

tiny, slight guerilla warrior, winning ground

lobbing knock knocks and blunt insults between you

i’ll find my way inside.

shock, taunt;

see me. face pressed against the glass

there is no bridge between us

i’ll catapult myself

light myself on fire for a laugh

little sisters were the first class clowns

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these sisters have shared toothbrushes

share germs that thrive and reproduce even if its been decades

you bleach your towels too

Shout away stains on your sweater

and tell your girl that her eyes and mouth are holes for germs

( i do it too)

i still hold a vigil

of hand me downs

nail polish paintings and mesh garments that never quite fit me

(or you)

your platforms are back, and stupid as always