There's going to be hell to pay.
Because in sixth grade at the Countries of the World Fair, standing at the Spain table with your careful maps and projects, you didn't slap the face of the boy who grabbed your crotch.
Because you never bundled in four layers of sweaters and rode to Ocean City Maryland in a big maroon Chrysler to watch the sunrise from a jetty.
Because you didn't lose your virginity in the room with the stained green futon and the boy in the polyester shirt at Trevor's house party that summer night.
Because outside the Delmar Eagle Diner the night you wore your brown plush coat and were too nervous to eat your French fries and kept dripping tea into your lap, you got into your car and drove away without kissing him.
Because you never once wore fishnet stockings.
Because you never gave a single blowjob in high school.
Because you never misspent your youth.
Because you were too tired.
Because you had nothing to wear.
Because there was work in the morning.
Because you had to be sensible.
Because it wasn't the right time.
Because it was inappropriate.
Because you were afraid.
Because you Just Said No.
There's going to be hell to pay.
Because suddenly, when you're ready
to start over and have some fun, people have kids
and bills and drinking problems and all you have
is a big hole where your experience should have gone,
and when your grandkids ask what you were like
in the old days, you will have to tell them
about the books you read instead.
ok i have officially five hours before i have to get up for work. g'night kids, beatpoetgrrl
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