September 14th, 2008

water seeping

To those of us who knew the pain...

We all play the game, and when we dare
We cheat ourselves at solitaire
Inventing lovers on the phone
Repenting other lives unknown
That call and say: "Come on, dance with me"
And murmur vague obscenities
At ugly girls like me, at seventeen...
--"At Seventeen" by Tara Maclean