girls love girls and boys.

let's try this, we say, like we do with the boys, but with each other this time. undo the buttons on my shirt one at a time, then trace the lines of my new bra, cupping my breasts, spanning my waist, cradling, rocking, tongues-in-each-others-cheeks, pin me down and don't let me go until you give me a thousand kisses.

but we're just drunk on each other and the wild night, after all. you and i aren't...we'll go back to our boyfriends in the morning and everything will be normal, normal, normal. surely we are just trying to shock our friends. we don't feel this way. we can't.

but in the morning we will look at each other across the hall and we will say nothing but we will both know. the next time he is making you hot and cold with the rhythm of his breath you will think of the time we spent together and you will know. and the next time i fantasize about your wild limbs i will know.

everyone knows but no one knows what to do about it.