05-03-2018, 12:55 AM
(This post was last modified: 05-03-2018, 02:45 AM by RiverNotch.)
Thirteen Ways of Looking at Teenage Girls
1
At fifteen I had a crush on a girl in a flannel shirt.
She had a big nose and even bigger breasts.
I had a wet dream on my second week with her,
but not of her.
2
You can't gaslight a girl into loving you.
At least, not while you're still a boy.
3
At twelve I thought I was too smart for my own good.
At thirteen, girls came into the picture
and I was depressed. I remembered a friend I had and thought,
My, she was lovely to talk to.
4
Girl, you're such a prude.
No, I didn't say that. I said prune.
You worry too much.
You're going mad.
5
At fourteen I didn't know how sex worked
and I never masturbated to the bodies of girls
I actually knew.
6
I wonder if I'll graduate.
I wonder if I'll get a girlfriend.
I wonder if I'll get a job.
7
The obligatory image
of blackbirds walking around the feet
of the women about me. The obligatory truth
that they're bitches
and they're girls.
8
You can't look at a girl
without talking to her.
9
At thirteen, I accidentally stepped on this girl
and she was mad and told me to say sorry but
I thought I didn't do anything wrong and
I didn't like the tone of her voice.
10
I'm gonna get crucified for this. Mostly by girls
who wouldn't understand -- or would,
and whose perceptions of me would change
unchangeably.
11
I knew a bit about human anatomy.
I still laughed at the girl whose tampon broke
during computer class. I didn't know it then
but I laughed out of fear.
12
I wanted to be looked at, I wanted to be treated
with a measure of delicacy, with a measure of respect.
I wanted to be above mocking -- the only ones who could mock me
were devils, Antichrists.
I wanted to be deified.
A big word, yes.
At thirteen, girls were Messiah.
13
It's never about the girl.
1
At fifteen I had a crush on a girl in a flannel shirt.
She had a big nose and even bigger breasts.
I had a wet dream on my second week with her,
but not of her.
2
You can't gaslight a girl into loving you.
At least, not while you're still a boy.
3
At twelve I thought I was too smart for my own good.
At thirteen, girls came into the picture
and I was depressed. I remembered a friend I had and thought,
My, she was lovely to talk to.
4
Girl, you're such a prude.
No, I didn't say that. I said prune.
You worry too much.
You're going mad.
5
At fourteen I didn't know how sex worked
and I never masturbated to the bodies of girls
I actually knew.
6
I wonder if I'll graduate.
I wonder if I'll get a girlfriend.
I wonder if I'll get a job.
7
The obligatory image
of blackbirds walking around the feet
of the women about me. The obligatory truth
that they're bitches
and they're girls.
8
You can't look at a girl
without talking to her.
9
At thirteen, I accidentally stepped on this girl
and she was mad and told me to say sorry but
I thought I didn't do anything wrong and
I didn't like the tone of her voice.
10
I'm gonna get crucified for this. Mostly by girls
who wouldn't understand -- or would,
and whose perceptions of me would change
unchangeably.
11
I knew a bit about human anatomy.
I still laughed at the girl whose tampon broke
during computer class. I didn't know it then
but I laughed out of fear.
12
I wanted to be looked at, I wanted to be treated
with a measure of delicacy, with a measure of respect.
I wanted to be above mocking -- the only ones who could mock me
were devils, Antichrists.
I wanted to be deified.
A big word, yes.
At thirteen, girls were Messiah.
13
It's never about the girl.