What The Girls Do
Sarah McBee
We bring you back
to our painted rooms,
and our Denim Dreams nail polish,
open cans of macadamia nuts,
pour Jack over ice into jelly jars.
Sometimes we unzip $100 jeans
or twelve-inch mini-skirts.
And sometimes we play
Stevie Wonder, then turn it off
and put our clothes back on.
We walk you out the next day,
forced to roll our own joints
and cook our own breakfast.
We water the plants
in a fit of productivity,
sort our magazines into like piles,
move scraps of paper
from bureau to coffee table.
But when the light through our blinds
goes from gray to yellow to gray—
we will pull on boots,
lock our doors,
and hear the wind sing through
our dangly earrings.
Sarah McBee was born in a log cabin in West Virginia that she helped her father build. She now lives in Massachusetts.
