Girls day out
I’m a blur mother, the kind that fed baby food into my daughter’s ear while chatting to three other women. But I wasn’t a total lost cause. When Girl was growing up, I did fuss about where she went, what she wore while she was out, who she’d be with, what time she’d be getting home.
It’s been a long time since Girl was a teenager. She’s graduated, working and married. I don’t miss those days. And last week when I bumped into three skinny girls I was double glad that my mother-hen days are over. Girls are vulnerable to so much more these days.
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3 skinny girls
hunting
breasts budding
hearts calling
handsets on the go …
locks flicking
heads tossing
looking looking looking …
lions and tigers and bears
wild boy’s who’ve not grown hair
their share
they’ll snare
strutting bores rutting tall
how exciting!
how alarming!
awesomely absolutely scarifying
3 skinny girls
running
flesh barely scratched
hearts intact
whew!
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I like this poem 🙂
Question, why did you spell out three at first, then switch to numerals (3)?
I think it was a formatting error. It was meant to be numbers (3) throughout.