Is covered in Glitter

That saturates these walls in dim, sparkling light

Showing thousands of us- the same 

thick rhythmic thud

On the calcified clavicle - this

Stone room here to stay

And we- beating

Flesh between- spinning

The heat of the voice,

The thing living between

Tooth and tongue

This fleshy fish seizing

Around where it clutches our heart and

This vapid atmosphere- writhing

Against us as we shine- spinning

And laughing like we're singing

In my desperate dream, Adam chokes on his apple. Dies.

Were in a bubble you blew,

So we claim we never knew

This is all to protect our delicate yearning

But not now. Now-

This precious spinning moment- glaring

gifts given by God: us.

God gave girls and to girls,

        He gives Glitter.

Here, in the heart of a club, Tuesday night

All we can do is have.

In the girls bathroom,

We hug each other and cry.