All for one and one for all
everybody march to the bathroom stall

We talk about the boy
we talk about the men
borrow the lipstick
sharpen the eyebrow pen
make it right
fix the hair
laugh & giggle
intensely stare
into the mirror hoping it’s just the lighting that’s funny
or thinking “Damn I look good- this corset was worth the money.”

The tease stands next to the virgin stands next to the lover stands next to the whore
A United Nations of girlfriends
someone’s laughing
that one’s bored

She has too much shadow
she’s a cloud of perfume
she’s way too dressed down
move your elbow
I need room

There’s at least one bachelorette party getting wild, loud & free
To predict the marriage’s fate
just spot the bride-to-be
if she’s wasted, looking poisoned
reaching for that last hurrah
like her wedding is a death of sorts
rigor mortis in a lacy white bra

“She’s in trouble,” I purse my lips, hoping everything goes good
but judge her as she leaves the room without washing as she should

We linger extra long
make the boys think that we’ve bounced
or wonder what we’re talking about
probably things they can’t pronounce

or maybe they can say it, but they’ll never understand
our estrogen fueled convos
“I’ll have another cosmo-
I’m not going to his condo”

“Shoot, I forgot a tampon,” echos from within a stall.
And an army of pink soldiers rush forth to meet the call

Light or super?
Floral or free?
I only have one
Well I’ve got three
Do you like stripes or prefer argyle?
It’s like a supermarket aisle
The sisterhood makes me smile
Did you see my nail file?
It was just here, somebody cinched it
Ooooh these dirty bitches.

Now things are so different

I don’t go potty with my ladies
Just a couple crazy babies

Hoping for just one solo pee
Not a possibility
But who needs the privacy?

With one at my leg
and the other on my hip
I primp, shower, dry off, and sit.
I bring the books, the distractions, and toys
Nobody’s worried about parties or boys

One laughs, one cries
I hurry, hurry up
“What’d you drop in the toilet? Your toothbrush? A cup?
Don’t worry, I won’t shout. Wait for daddy to get it out.”

Somebody retiled my bathroom world
but I’m not complaining
I like these homegirls.

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