there's something about girls

there's something about girls
who wear ragged shorts
and drown in puffy coats
who roller blade to class
and scrape their knees
and laugh through lipsticked teeth

there's something about girls
who glide across snow
to sing with whistles and shrieks
who beckon with their eyes
"come hither, come here"
they say through their ringed fingers

there's something about girls
who wear metal and spit fire
hair like stripped bark and stars
smoking on the tears of the withered
and grinding their boot heel on the butts
of whimpering cigarettes

there's something about girls
with their library of collections
their small eyes full of world's wonder
and the borrowed curiosity of the old
trekking in muddy sneakers
towards the gaping library doors

there's something about girls
who forge on a determined path
towards an age of weightlessness
where people stand on soapboxes
not to preach but to reach
for the folded black umbrella above

there's something about boys too
i mustn't deny that
but really all i can say right now is
my goodness, there's just something about girls