Teenagers

We lie in bed  with our arms around ourselves, 

cradling the mangled bodies of children

 who had the stars squeezed out of their eyes so that, still shining, they fell 

down our faces and got stuck there in the shapes 

of tears and little hairs and pimples.

 

For a while, 

if we shut our eyes tight, our bodies aren't so stretched 

and overgrown,

and there's a little more time to play before sunset.

wph

VT

16 years old

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