it was like a hundred ninety-nine degrees
lightheaded and pink cheeked in the Kentuckiana heat
both of us dazed out in a Lisa Frank fantasy
blistered from our faux-leather high heels and flustered from the way she'd glance at me

well somebody wish me luck or send thoughts and prayers my way
cause this girl's got a way about her
shamelessly sharing dreams of running away (together)
escaping the life of midwestern royal freaks
and settling into normalcy

somewhere in the upper peninsula,
two modern, headstrong girls secretly sharing an apartment
maybe even a kitten
maybe even love