Its interesting because
the girls were wearing sunglasses in the dark.
They thought it was funny
and it made them feel brave.
And though they were sitting
they felt bigger than the boys
who shuffled awkwardly by the open door,
with their hands in their pockets.
When they would leave
the girls would laugh that
they had probably never
stayed out past eleven.
Probably only had a sip of
dad's beer at a wedding.
They're so lame they laughed,
waking up early for soccer practice.
The boys looked down at the girls
sitting in dusty lawn chairs in the garage
sipping stale beers they stole
from a mother who had too many.
One laughed but it was hostile.
One laughed but it was nervous.
They couldn't believe the barefooted one
with bruised shins was skipping practice.
The team captain rolled her eyes.
What squares. What losers.
This is what young and happy looks like.