Today's poem is by Rose Hunter

Why We Are Girls
        —(Or ladies, sometimes, but everyone knows that's a bit funny)

A girl is a wisp, a potato chip
barely there, a girl drifts
by the side of the road until you show up
then she's happy to do whatever you want
more than that: she's waiting
for the opportunity, any time, any place
she's a good-time girl

(your good time that means)
and when with you, the others don't exist.
You don't have to love a girl although
you can pretend to if it gets you off
since that's the most important thing, always
and you can pretend so well
you believe it; you can

do whatever with whoever but the girl
only does it with you, this is true
even when it's obviously not true
see above re pretending; you

don't need to sell this fantasy to a girl
she's already been sold it
and is ready to reflect it back to you
(which doesn't mean she's bought it
or it could mean she has, too). Cash
or cash equivalents are involved
but you can pretend she'd do it for free

if she could (you even say that
and she smiles and laughs
so you know it's true)

"You like that don't you," you
do not need to put a question mark
on that. A girl always says yes
or smiles and laughs, which is the same
as a yes, or squirms and looks like she
doesn't want to be there; that
just means she's shy (bonus for
you!) and is a yes too. A girl is

younger than you no matter what age she is
although obviously it's better
if she's actually younger. You
are the boss even as you like to
tell her she is (many of you
preferred it that way); tell her about how

empowering all this is for her
she loves it. A girl has no vital
functions you need to know about.
She's a roadside attraction with heart-shaped
shades that reflect your image
sucking on a red lollypop or awkward
urchin type with acne and hand-me-downs
plain, tattered, or refreshingly
unadorned, yeah. A girl

naturally just is whatever you want
her to be; amazing, right? Even when
she's not, for those who like
a bit of a challenge, or the troubled
ones, the ones who need
rescuing (to all the Captain Save-a-Hoes)
or the ones who won't be rescued
the hopeless cases

they're so romantic, dead
by the side of the road
you can fake mourn them.

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