the other girls tell me that you don’t love me, you think I’m déclassé. I should wash my hair. the other girls tell me that you eat at the old buffet downtown, with the foot balloons. I sing your praises like a bird. my faith is unshakeable. the other girls walk hand in hand along the skyway to the bank, whistling secret songs. they play a board game meant to instruct them in what life has in store. two of them always win. I sing your praises like a bird. my faith is unshakeable. I wrote your name on an index card, so you can come to me in a flash. a blinding and instructive flash. oh, bailey.
