How What’s Now and What’s History Are Both Boring
and so much of the teenage hunt is just that: frantic escape from time wasted empty preparation, years–waiting, wasting fucking something, learning (remembering nothing) Then, the girls–though useless–at least knew the full of it at age 14 with menstruation and breasts entertained no half-baked expectations of the equality that no biology intended did not wait until 27 out of college and grad school (the endless academic anticipation complete) “Grown up” but unsure what to “be”
flaming red are your petals… you are found in the garden, then comes winter: slowly your petals fall off, and soon die, then you lie down until spring and you are born.
The girl takes her basket and goes on a picnic. She takes out the bread and cheese and water and apple and cracker and sits and eats Alone Until a man comes and takes her bread and cheese and water and apple and cracker and the girl.
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