Funny Girl

What a strange girl she is
who avoids parties like death
who doesn’t drink, or smoke
or JUUL
who instead prefers the company

of her seven pets, the zoo of her home.
She reads books as they lay by her feet,
she cleans house as they trail behind her,
does her homework as they nap on her back

and she is at ease cuddled into their fur.

What an odd thing, with her hair lopped off,
nothing left to dance in the air behind her
as her bike crashes down another path,
a loud laugh crashing from her throat
simultaneously.

What a weird chick, who gets animated
about a song or a movie
and catches her voice rising louder and louder,
thrilled to express the quirks that make her who she is.

What a funny girl.