To young women

7.5.2025

Hold on to your girl

When you drag the bumbum 

And find the soft floor with the bottom (not the top) of your feet, and look at you 

you're standing

Hold on to your girls 

As you tumble down the hill

The grass, the sun, the blackness hard, knees scraping green gunk burns

Hold on to your girls 

On the dancefloor

Put the handbags in the middle

Do the twirl-trick to get away from them 

If needed (it will

Be needed) 

Hold on to your girls 

On the picketline

Through the turmoil that ensued

The boredom. The drainage. 

Hold on to your girls 

And shriek as you jump

Wake the neighbors dont

Loose them in the cold cold masses 

Hold on to your girls

Let them see your tears 

That is one move, you will never regret 

Invade her

Bother her

Beat down her brand new walls, go, get her 

out of there (It's you next) 

Hold on to your girls

Feel their dry unshaved calfs

Flying hairstrands 

Unbreak you-

Bell bottom energizer

Do you remember that you

have memories of grass? 

And sunlight dances;

Hold on to your girls

Under the table

While you sign the final document. 

Hold on to your girls

It's the only way through

Reach back

Hold on to your girls

As you approach the coffin. 

Blood drained, Your weight is supported

Hold on to your girls

When your you is going. 

You can no longer stand. But

When she visits

You remember her face 

Only her face

Hold on