When I was 19, I wrote:Ladies,
like old bitches
spayed after five litters
not knowing what to do, now
clutter buses
and supermarkets.
Now I'm [older than that]. I wonder,
was I looking forward
or back
at 19.
At [ ],
is there any forward
left to see,
or only back.
[ ]
feels like 19
from the inside.
Except in the morning.
No matter what,
I stay off buses
to avoid 19 year olds,
and my future, if possible.
Excellent.
ReplyDeleteEspecially about avoiding the 19-yr-olds :)
Sarah,
ReplyDeleteDon't we all have the world by the tail when we're 19 or there 'bouts?
Actually, my 19 year-old-self was trying to scorn the society that shuffled the women aside, but no one ever sees that in this poem.
Candace,
ReplyDeleteAvoiding 19 year olds is a good idea. I sometimes force them to talk to me in movie lines with varying results.