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adolescence is not an era; it's a condition

by Lauren Singer

i've been here before
and maybe then i was more prepared
with tools and twine
and understanding
that the understated aspects
of this clandestine parade
falls in the hands
of the over-eager and the only
ones who truly can maintain
the homeostasis of a surviving breed
are those that fold their hands over
their laps and close their eyes to breathe
in crowded rooms where voices penetrate
ears and distract the disillusioned
for moments long enough to ignore
the silence and we watch slender fingers
trickle over thighs that aren't ours
and we come in our pants
and pretend we're well-reserved and
completely adjusted.

we can't keep blaming our parents,
even if it's easier.

08/22/2006

Posted on 08/22/2006
Copyright © 2022 Lauren Singer

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Jared Fladeland on 08/23/06 at 04:12 AM

there's no such thing as being prepared

Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 08/26/06 at 04:52 PM

Yes indeed, a condition I would never want to go through again. All round, I'm happier now than I've ever been, due in part I guess to having survived that period. As for your poem, it's very well written; easily, subtly capturing the mindscape. Excellent title to set the tone and subject, and unexpected killer closeout. Well done!

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