we'd stand in the snowy cold,
outside of a club
called Winstons
on M Street, in Georgetown,
waiting for the bus
to arrive from
Marymount,
dropping off a new
class of girls in
their plaids and capes,
their ribbons and bows.
we'd point and make
our dibs on which one we
we wanted to meet or
dance with.
there was some negotiating
when twins appeared.
coins were flipped or
rock paper scissors decided
things before we came
to blows.
we knew we had to make
fast work of it, the pale blue
bus would be back at midnight
to take them back
to school. but in the end
we found that Catholic
girls, despite a few bites
on the neck, start way too late,
the song was definitely true.
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