“Summergirls”

“The summer moved
in their girl bodies,
crackling as safely
as the gum leaves in
the bushland behind
their twin houses.

Alone in the
undergrowth,
they sang nonsense
words to the wattle.
It caught in
their hair as they
crawled into a
secret, circled
patch of sunshine.

In their girl bodies,
the sky was just a
bright, blue tunnel.
They giggled to
each other, skinny
and boy-hipped,
shiny conspirators
in the curious
and sweet lifting
of printed cotton.

You look
different
to me,
one said.

I don’t like
the way
mine looks.

She dropped her skirt
and slapped away a
sticky black mosquito.

Inside our girl bodies,
the summer fell away.”

Megan Bailey

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