#16
Just Girls
They come from the Amazon.
Armed with guitars and haunting voices.
Loving hard. Commanding rooms.
At home in other realms.
They conjure spirits. Pull crowds close.
Summoning collective liberation.
And then…
Behind the red velvet curtain.
Just girls.
Sitting on the floor.
Giggling.
Playing with each other’s hair.
Backstage passes reveal a truth.
No matter what the stage.
There’s always another layer to those who stand upon it.
Often, just as compelling.
