second adolescence
you're crushed, like in high school...
sophomore year sitting in the back of class
shorter than anyone else
you lose your attention span
birds fly by the window to where you would go
you...beyond this room, beyond this interlude.
but your history...a senior in Latin class
the last one they ever had there
sum, es, est, sumus, estis, sunt
the words echoing in a narrow hallway
like a structure for the weary mind
or a recitation of your phone number
your mother made you repeat it
until that lingering uneasiness left your soul...
you...who wandered aimlessly through adolescence.
you're crushed, like in a dusty old book
sitting alone in the crisp breeze at a picnic table
more silent than anyone else
more alone in this connected world
the children chattering like squirrels playing
you...waiting for the coming ice cream
a second adolescence has descended
and your mind is wandering aimlessly again.
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