they sit
anxious,
attitudinal,
replete in
hospital gowns,
almost glowing,
angelic in their
whiteness.
below the knee,
the young queen
bee wears peach
fuzz.
my own grasshopper
has a forest of leg hair.
(puberty' s gift)
they look
at one another
not quite
like two strangers
at a singles bar,
but almost.
the moment dies
seconds after birth.
they transition from
insects,
scrawny, gangly teenagers;
becoming hawks.
now,
they perch,
staring at one another,
eyes full of defiance.
each one measuring
the other's plight
against their own.
inspections concluded,
they retreat,
separately,
each
back into their
own fauna of
electronic isolationism.
***
-JBClaywell
Feb 26, 2018
Feb 26, 2018 at 1:08 PM UTC
they sit
anxious,
attitudinal,
replete in
hospital gowns,
almost glowing,
angelic in their
whiteness.
below the knee,
the young queen
bee wears peach
fuzz.
my own grasshopper
has a forest of leg hair.
(puberty' s gift)
they look
at one another
not quite
like two strangers
at a singles bar,
but almost.
the moment dies
seconds after birth.
they transition from
insects,
scrawny, gangly teenagers;
becoming hawks.
now,
they perch,
staring at one another,
eyes full of defiance.
each one measuring
the other's plight
against their own.
inspections concluded,
they retreat,
separately,
each
back into their
own fauna of
electronic isolationism.
***
-JBClaywell
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