– For PJ
Girls are made of
Sugar
Spice
And everything nice.
She is twirling across the gravel
On a rooftop in Haji Lane
Her arms stretch and spill feathers and cinnamon
My eyes water and sting
God, I wish you liked girls.
they/he
Girls are made of
Sugar
Spice
And everything nice.
She is twirling across the gravel
On a rooftop in Haji Lane
Her arms stretch and spill feathers and cinnamon
My eyes water and sting
God, I wish you liked girls.