Girls like us are in the clearance bins at half-off thrift stores
Girls like us will let you unlock their bedroom windows as the moon bathes the stars in the midnight echoes of crickets
Under bleachers and stairwells you can kiss us
You can tell us we are beautiful
Open your eyes wider, sweetheart, and try to look earnest
(Don't forget to slit our throats quickly afterwards, please.)
Girls like me,
We don't have songs of eloquence to describe our invisible splendor
We don't have Valentine cards with our names drowned in red foil glitter
Girls like us will only fog up the windows of your pathetically broken-down sedan
And be easy to get rid of later
Girls like us are perfect
For boys like you