The sisterhood of Grade 5
Will tell stories under butterfly sheets
Flashlights bleeding through the cotton
High on hormones and pixie sticks
_Light as a feather, stiff as a board_
Their nights will be full of whispered karaoke
Gel pen tattoos, and spinning soda bottles
They’ll stay up far too late
Inventing new constellations
And laughing at the names
Then they’ll rest, uncharacterist...