Sara Restauri
GIRLS

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I'd like to get inside the heads
of stupid girls.
I'll bet,
if you hold your ear up to theirs,
you can hear the ocean.

In high school,
we drooled,
their faces painted pastel pink
seashell peach
perfect.

Today, sitting at this diner,
I still want to press my face
against theirs
and be calmed.

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(c) 1999 Sara Restauri. All rights reserved.

Appears in Schools of Verse: An Anthology of Poetry About School, Fall 1999.