poem: rewind

i am eighteen and sweetened by the honey

of an unlived future. i ripen with the unfolding of these years; look back

on the bow legged girl of 12. anxious to be 15, worrisome over nothing hips and a heavy chest and a ten year old who thinks of nothing but

books, and the promise of summer.  

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