Ears and toes,
And fingers on girls.
Sometimes girls on girls,
Or girls on girls on girls—
Which is nice.
"Nice," drawn out like a surfer's breath:
"Niiiiiiiiccccceeee!"
Not like a mother,
Curt and stern,
Telling me, as a young girl,
"Play nice."
Dear Mother,
With the girls so pretty,
Friendship was never the point.
But I was nice in my own way.
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