barbenheimer/feminine rage

Someone's new ex-girlfriend sings girlsjustwannahavefun at the bar while another girl's boyfriend acts like an ass outside. He comes back inside without her but they leave together that same night. The cicadas came in waves. Soft and immediate like a match. A man rides his bike behind me on the streets, whispers damn girl you are just sosexy. It is decided then I was never anything to look at until someone decided I was. Another man reminds me, this time my brother, I was never a woman until someone decided I was given too much. It's mid July in late August. The heat is dangerous. The heat makes me dangerous. The cicadas eat me alive every night. The couple across from us buys us a bottle of wine. My boyfriend fucks me in the bathroom after. My arms extended, holding up the wall. My world is an L shaped line. The sun sets in a valley or a field somewhere. While someone else's knees get bruised. While someone else's hair gets pulled or runs home all alone 

Published in Sprung Formal, Issue 19, 2024