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cc&d v184
This appears in May 2008 v184 issue (saddle-stitched) of cc&d magazine. Click the issue number or the cover to see that issue online. 		This was the Time
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Teenage Girl

Holly Cross

Standing in the rain or snow for thirty minutes
waiting for the drunk bus driver
who is late because his midnight shift at the plant held him over.
Riding on a bus with no seatbelt, while
large boys climb over you to go to the back to smoke.
Trying to cover yourself because your wet clothes cling to your new body.
The boys are staring at your breasts.
You think they are staring at the dimples of fat around your hips.
You feel exposed, teenage girl.
You can’t be bothered with facts and numbers.
You’re naked!
The mind slips in and out of girlhood.
It twirls into places, scary places filled with ballet shoes and jelly beans
and the cologne scented collar bone of that football player.
The mind turns on itself.
The world turns on you.
You look for an escape,
but no one shows you the way.
Diving off of cliffs of rock
a phone is ringing
the smell of copper hangs in the air.
It suffocates.
How do you get out alive?
How did your Mother?
How did your sister?
How do we all?
Rest, teenage girl.
There is more, so much more.



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