The Delinquent Girls
Were we never stones? No, we never were.
The day never washed over us. We never cooled
with twilight. We were busy prowling
by the river, sending our lit eyes into tree hollows,
beneath parked cars. We kept our muscles taut
with running. We outpaced each other. Our hackles
up all night, the wind an accomplice, or sometimes
a snitch. When the sun came up, we were near dead,
smiling in our sleep, our big teeth showing. When
the dark rolled round again, we were silver sighted,
wrapped in smoke and ready. We howled. Oh yes.
Listen. Our throats still know how to find the rawest song. 
The Delinquent Girls
The Drama Girls
The Geek Girls
The Quiet Girls
She Gets Drunk and Talks Too Much at Her 20th Reunion