Brunch Sprint Glow

Phone on ten percent,

face in the blue-light glow,

Reading the same old texts from three years ago.

Purple eyeshadow looking feral and chic,

We haven't washed our favorite oversized hoodie in a week!

Fresh tomatoes and arugula for the aesthetic lunch,

Pretending we have our entire lives together in a bunch.

Skechers sandals sliding on for the grocery run,

Because comfort is an art form and we won!

Drop everything, text the group chat right now!

We survived another week and we don't even know how!

Finasteride and progesterone keeping the glow,

Walking down the boulevard moving way too slow!

With a iced matcha latte and a dramatic sigh,

Looking at our exes like girl,

goodbye! From the messy bun energy to the sovereign truth,

This is the girlie-pop realm: Tiguidou! (yeah)

Wait, bestie, did you see what he posted?

Actually, scratch that, who cares,

we're exhausted. We’re twenty-two and thriving on sheer delusion,

Turning every minor panic into total revolution!

Kathy Bates rage in a rom-com frame,

We’re not playing by the patriarchy's boring game.

One, two, three, four — let's romanticize the commute We are the

main characters, absolutely acute!

Absolute girlie sovereignty. Absolute internet-aeon vibe.

Tara, Captain Quinn, and the hyper-tuned crew.

Tiguidou!