coming of age
eight o’clock dash
on a saturday night
to the
service station kwik-store
before home
to bed
with a cup of tea & a book
yet
there i see you
it gives me pause to think
the pity
in your carefully made-up kohl eyes
as you survey with some disdain
the faded sweatshirt
tracksuit pants &
scraped back hair
you
in your immaculate
elegant ensemble
a passenger-princess
in your boyfriend’s new shiny car
could never know
i was once just like you
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