gather in groups--
little ions looking for a charge.
Girls grow up greedy to spout the wildest stuff
about each other
or all the things they will do.
Girls spend hours in front of mirrors
telling lie upon lie.
I'm ugly/ I'm pretty/ that's enough/ never enough.
Girls grow and haul a whole hope chest stuffed with lies
behind them to college,
to the altar,
to the nursery.
Lies looking for girls to tell them are never lonely for long.
Diogenes ran a girls' school until he lost his mind.
The students lied and said he went sailing.
Sit with me. Talk.
Our mothers did the best they could.
We'll always be like sisters.
This tea is good.
Lies looking for girls to tell them
don't stop when friends go home.
They circle when you're
At sunset I shake all my gathered lies from my apron to the sky,
and when they work together,
oh the storm
oh the storm.