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Teenage KicksSome days are days no words can enter, some days they slip in easily.
You put yourself in my mouth the way words sometimes do.
When we were young and complying with the world,
we denied the body its needs,
rarely eating, binging instead on vodka diets, wanting the kiss in those restless hours,
wetness rubbing against thighs.
Taking the ink all the way in,
letting it spill across beds of paper and garbage,
feeling about for things we didn’t understand,
fearing that animal breaking free from its cage.
When the best years of life are stripped with the ancient wallpaper,
in a childhood home demolished to make room for a happier family
there goes all that time
worrying about boys who never thought about the importance of words;
and worrying about the perfect body,
it fitting properly into its place;
and worrying about being someone that matters
in a world that eats its malnourished young
out of indifference,
out of boredom and spite.
When we were young, life was a promise.
Sometimes the world is only a word
that you whisper inside me to get me all hot and bothered,
to make me remember
all those years I never had the courage to admit
the fear of the cage itself.