you’ve heard this one before. high school.
girl meets girl-
no, wait, that’s not right.
girl meets boy. better, more
marketable.
girl meets boy, girl falls in love with boy,
girl and boy get married, picket fence, 2.5 kids.
swimming pool in the backyard. maybe a dog.
you’re still with me, you’ve heard this story
a thousand times.
let’s rewind. back to high school.
back to girl meets
girl. soft meets softer, painted nails
and blonde hair pulled up high meets short skirts
and scuffed sneakers, fringe
over the eyes like a mask.
you might not have heard this one. we were
careful, we kept it
quiet. no making out in the hallways, no
matching corsages at prom. no
marriage, no picket fence, no 2.5 kids. we’re
keeping it quiet.
there are a thousand stories like this,
they just don’t get heard.
girl meets girl.
girl falls in love with girl.
girl and girl move to the city, get a one-room studio,
their parents call them “roommates”.
girl and boy kiss in the street
and nobody gives a damn. girl
and girl don’t stand too close in public,
just in case.
girl
and girl love each other in secret but
one afternoon, maybe april,
girl
holds girl’s hand
in the park,
by the apple trees.
one afternoon, maybe april,
another girl sees them,
hand in nail-polished hand, not afraid
in this one moment,
and she goes home
smiling.
there are a thousand stories
where girl meets boy.
we all know, we’ve all heard them,
but there are a thousand stories like this -
quiet, hidden, soft,
and there will only ever
be more.
we just have to tell them.
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izzy806
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