We were all so pink-leather passion,
suburbanista snowflake. Black tanktop, tights,
kitten heels, catcalls. CoverGirl cheeks,
Maybelline mascara. Girls who coerced kisses
from boys in the back parking lot, khakis low,
sequins glued to high-top sneakers.
We were all so lime-green Sharpie heart,
high-school yearbook starlet. Girl most likely; no,
call me this summer—really. Bra stuffed paisley,
plushy shoved deep in the pocket of ripped Levis.
We slouched black patent, sneaked tokes,
told red patent lies to our mothers.
We wore Jackie O sunglasses. We were going to be