how it echoes only with the sound
of our feet slapping the ground
as we complete a 10K
the sun rising slow and sweet
through the high gym windows.
By the end of first period, I’m still buzzing
with adrenaline from practice.
I pop my EarPods in
and try not to dance to my next class
the endorphins
still coursing through my blood.
The playlist as of late
has been exclusively
Christmas songs, but
not your typical radio edits.
My holiday playlist is curated
full of classics, a few underappreciated bangers
not to mention some epic ’90s jams.
This morning I’m blasting Destiny’s Child’s8 Days of Christmas
which if you ask me
is a tragically underrated Christmas album.
As I bop my head down the halls
the cozy memory of picking out our tree
over the weekendis fresh in my mind
as Beyoncé, Kelly, and Michelle riff
harmonizing the hell out of the track.
The tree we picked out
and chopped down with an ax
(like a true family of lady queers)
is the biggest tree we’ve ever had
