Girls push past, armed
with a side eye
that comes
with being the
beautiful,
wealthy,
athletic,
Better-Than-You-Girl
watching
with their
perfectly dyed
hair,
faces painted
with glitter sparkling
under vibrant eyes,
flaunting jerseys
of the best players
on the team.
They spit in my hair—
too good for me.
I am not welcome.
Never welcome where
the bleachers shake
with shouts and cheers
of adolescence,
so I keep walking.
Spit oozing
down my hair,
tears posing
as gems under
my eyes.
Their words follow me,
stuck like
gum on my shoe.
Was all I wanted
to be them—
or be in love with them?
ABOUT:
Kayla Albers (she/her) is a bi/queer Minnesotan who enjoys writing poetry and horror. Her writing surrounds the themes of loss, womanhood, and queer identity. Kayla is a former teacher and a current Graduate Student of Addiction Studies. She enjoys running very far, very often—for fun. Her work has appeared in Subliminal Surgery, and f(r)iction. You can find her on Instagram @kayla_albs or check out her website kayla-albers.com.
EDITOR'S SONG PAIRING: Justin Jay — Walk Away
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