April Poem-A-Day 17 – Pop Culture
Wearing my torn-off jeans with
that loose T-shirt
and the leather jacket I bought
with my own saved money
never gave me more self-confidence
(which was exactly the reason
I would wear them,
especially the jacket)
than at the moment I stepped up
to a belated date,
only my eyes asking
why
his friends had told me about his
other girl-friend
they saw him with
last night
or why
he was an hour
late
for our date.
That speed beat in my head,
the heavy mainstream of the day
saved me from my teenage collapse,
more than once.
©2014, soulmary
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