Girltalk

We who are born with two x chromosomes,
who grow from babies in pink blankets into girls
with long braids and ponytails
and swingy skirts and overalls
who play in the mud and argue over
which is better: cats or dogs,
it never crossed my mind to
dislike, distrust, until
in seventh grade
Shaun Craig with the carrot hair
whose face turned pink
when he played the trumpet
and whom I was in deepest,
most secrect-ist "LIKE" with,
started holding hands with Tracy M.
in the hallways,
and then
 
and then
I stopped listening and swinging and playing
with girls and started
comparing.

 
*Names and historical facts changed.
**Also, I bought Demeter Cucumber and Tomato spray colognes today so now I can smell like salad anytime.