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Even the mace on your keyring is sleek. Your conservative prettiness has taken on diamond earrings and open-toed pumps, peeking out just enough under black slacks to match, with a whisper of money, your purse. An emerald ring draws tastefull attention to your new moon manicure, and I get the feeling that even one painted toenail could breathlessly conquer the petty suburbia we both used to come from. I know we will never meet there again. I may still scuff my sneakers in driveways, but you we...

The problem with havens is that I will mold in lovely sun, and come away a new shape, a new way of finding corners to grind. It seems that I will never lack for growing pains, as bones stretch like wax, and bend over the bleached stones, of your mattresses, driveways, windowsills. Sometimes I walk where the lawn dwindles into beach, and sand moves like a body growing around blades. My feet are forming pads like camel's, unfit for asphalt tramping. And I know again that massive life as unoppos...

I kissed a boy in kindergarten -- that was back before you could get kicked out for that kind of thing -- so no one would sit with me at lunch, and I sat alone and wondered what would happen if I kissed a girl.