March snowed and I crawled out, hairy

And it was pigtails she dreamed of

Damn cute dresses until I turned tomboy.

And now am enough of an adult

so she’s called me by her sister’s name accidentally.

The ritual of real conversations lies in the common adult act

“Let’s have a fag”.

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