just two girls moving through the world
loving you by double-stomping your vapes
and breaking your cigarettes in half.
sure, you want to pinch us now,
but when you live an extra year,
you can double-pinch us next November.
we hang birthday banners in your honor
even on a random Wednesday.
because today is magic if we decide to make it so.
no one moves faster when we're in the mood;
no one couches harder if we're in a brood.
watch out for our arms,
they're long enough to hug you from one state over,
and though they look avian,
we'll fight you for our friends.
her first tattoo was of a perfectly drawn Cheerwine bottle
"I'm one week sober from the sweet taste of victory,:
mine was all lowercase and said, "words" 

or "sperm,"if you're in a headstand.
our muscles are pumped full of Creatine and warm intentions
and one more semester starts with snow and a cold dog nose.