by Christos Polydorou

I was a girl once, I remember, I
was so pretty. I was so young, I was so naïve, I was
so innocent. My skin glowed, I had blond
hair, I had blue eyes. All the boys loved me,
and some men too, but those I
didn’t notice. I chewed strawberry
bubble gum, and wrote my boyfriend’s
name on the arrow drawn through a heart,
but it was my girlfriends I loved most
about being a girl for a day. My sisters.