I know girls who spill I’m sorry’s from their mouths like they pump blood
to their veins.
Sometimes, I am one.
I know girls who apologize for asking
to go to the bathroom in class,
who apologize for everything
because they feel like they are taking
up more than their fair share of space
on this planet.
Everything starts with an I’m sorry
and ends with one too,
constant bookends that we don’t
even notice anymore.
We delete her apology the way we
delete likes and ums from speech.
I know girls with ten times more apologies
and I wonder how often they hear
You’re more than okay.
Molly Ringwald was supposed to dance alone but she was too embarrassed so John Hughes made everybody dance.
And thank God he did, or we wouldn’t have one of the most iconic sequences of the 80’s and cinema as a whole.