Lost in Translation
we play tag until our bedtime, run outside while it’s raining and jump in every single puddle
play hide and seek until it’s dark outside and make our own friendship bracelets
back when boys were just boys we ran away from in case they had the cheese touch, when our only care in the world was begging our moms for just five more minutes
i knock on my friends door to call her to come play downstairs with everyone,
she calls out to me that she’ll be there in a minute, she just has to fix her hair and touch up her makeup,
i think to myself about what it is she’s getting ready for, aren’t we just going to play a game of hide and seek?
it’s happening more often these days,
when did boys and our reflections become the only thing we talked about anymore?
when did the cheese touch stop being something we all feared and become the gold star we all lived for?
when did everyone suddenly figure out how to grow up?
when did the guide to girlhood arrive?
how come everyone seems to know what i had never been told?
i tell myself that its alright, ill get it eventually,
ill come back from school one day and it’ll be waiting outside my house with all the instructions i could ever need,
everything will be alright,
but then theres always that little voice that says, “maybe only the pretty girls get the invitation, maybe they have something that you don’t”
everyone else had moved on but somewhere behind them,
they left that little girl,
still jumping around in puddles, singing and dancing in the rain,
looking up every now and then to see if her memo had arrived
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