She said I was such a boy
because I wouldn’t run her
train of thought across town,
crying at every intersection,
forging ahead nonetheless.

I thought about implications
however briefly. It’s best not
to count your broken bones.
The time will come for simple
or compound fractures, but
for now they are intact.

On some days I am too young,
on others, too old to delay my
gratification. On some days
I am too permissive, on others
I just want to
get
to
the
fucking
point.

08/15/2009

Author's Note: There's one word in here that I have added and removed a hundred times. I don't know. I am such a boy.

Posted on 08/15/2009
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