Friday, January 27, 2017

Once thirteen

Was I once thirteen
lurching toward teen years
when the absolute worst thing
in the world was to look
different, when you weren’t
sure whether to hate or love
girls, when beauty was truly
skin deep, a momentary touch
until the appearance
of the next pimple,
emotional outbursts as hormones
raged and exploded,
and our teachers surveyed
the mass carnage of youth,
deciding daily that Epicurus
was wrong and the Stoics
were right.

Photograph by Lisa Runnels via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.

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