ELAINE'S CONFUSION.
Laying down
on her bed
Elaine thinks
of her day
while at school
other kids
the things spoke
not in jest
or in joke
boys and girls
hey Frumpy
been kissed yet?
who'd kiss you?
their laughter
or silence
just staring
the ceiling
is off white
in her room
curtains drawn
a spider
big and black
lingers there
by the rail
she wants John
to kiss her
once again
but then not
she's confused
feelings mixed
part wanting
the kissing
but part not
other girls
talk of boys
how sexy
and how hot
she's silent
feeling not.
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