Change Happens, btw

 

Change happens, btw—

Squads of girls in my school are already reveling in it,

gaggles of gigglers, enthusiastic whisperers:

lip-glossers, hair-tossers, short-shorters,

personal-product carriers.

Bra straps peeking from loose blouses 

are eliciting ill-at-ease eyeballs.

Change happens, lol—

Rodeos of boys have begun dropping their voices

like cowboy poets roving crowded hallways:

Growth-spurters, arm-grapplers, loud-laughers, 

endless-appetiters.

Barely-mustachers wearing locker-room deodorant

keep tripping over their own big sneakers.

Change happens, ngl—

Now my body is werewolfing without permission,

full-mooning me into some acne-browed stranger:

mood-changer, friendship-shifter, gender-noticer,

secret-keeper.

Feels like I’m morphing into that quirky peripheral character

inhabiting every middle school novel.