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I'm grown up, now
My driver's license says so -
And plastic card merit badges.
I climb bar stools
Not jungle gyms
My playground is strewn
With ashtrays and empty glasses -
No one wants to swing
On an actual swing anymore -
No one wants to steal my kisses
On a front porch -
They want the package deal
All the pieces
A tribute of my flesh
Upon their alter -
You
Your eyes held mine
For a moment -
Do you want to hold my hand
Build sandcastles -
We can wiggle our toes
In the wet guts of the hourglass
While we watch it slip away -
There's always marbles
Or have you lost yours?
Sorry, I forgot -
I'm a grown up, now.
Tell me how unhappy you are with life
And fuck me
So I can go back to my day dreams.
- Jen 06-08-1993
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