over bored and self-assured.

the girls are jumping the girls are giggling the girls are whispering do you think he’s looking over here do you think he sees us the girls are making themselves seen the girls are moving towards him the girls are making casual eye contact the girls are making a big fuss the girls are screaming and running just close enough for him to notice and just far enough away to keep the illusion the girls are fluffing their hair the girls are looking at his the girls are letting their eyes linger for too long the girls are holding hands and walking as twins the girls are saying obscure things in whispering voices oh you like that writer? i like that writer too their work is prolific the girls know how to flirt through tv screens and wattpad novels the girls are measuring their breaths and halting their movements the girls are lighting candles for a text back the girls are wearing their older sister’s body count as weights the girls are trying cigarettes and coughing the girls get groped at a concert but didn’t mind it because it feels daring the girls are cracking their phones and acting like its alright all is disposable the girls long to be muses and ingenues the girls joke that college boys are better as they pull down the hems of their skirts in their mother’s doorways the girls are kissing for 3 seconds then pulling away in a squeal the girls are pretending that they are practicing the girls forget about their homework and bargain with teachers the girls are running the girls are causing a fuss the girls  are jumping the girls write song lyrics on their sneakers the girls pull Adidas socks up to their ankles the girls have a crush on the student teacher he looked good today do you think he saw me recording him the girls are waiting for summer the girls are looking at the movies on the marquee the girls want to leave the girls regret not meeting that boy in the bathroom the girls regret meeting that boy at all the girls turn up the music that makes their parents blush the girls spend 100 dollars at goodwill the girls measure their days in music played and homework not done the girls take him out for food and eat 3 bites the girls want to get far away from this place and think that he can take them the girls stopped counting flower petals awhile ago now they measure instagram likes the girls are fighting with their parents the girls are using up all of their storage the girls are telling their fathers fine ill come home tonight do we have a dinner this weekend do I have to go I have a lot of homework you know the girls are finding themselves in sylvia plath and obscure 90s bands the girls are lamenting over pop music the girls pretend that they never liked taylor swift the girls are typing out essays the girls are ignoring colleges and deleting the emails from their inboxes the girls are living for substitute teacher days the girls are holding hands the girls are jumping the girls are running the girls are soft the girls don’t know their own power the girls want poems written for them but they’ll settle for cliche text messages the girls dream about boys the girls dream about girls the girls are the girls are the girls are getting jumpy.