I’d rather be a wildflower
than pasted to the wall
with all the other pre-teen girls
giggling at the boys who punched
each other 30 feet away.
Teachers tried to show us
how to climb the social ladder,
unlike our folks who smoked and drank
and played bridge every night.
We didn’t understand that interaction
led to things like weddings, babies,
mortgages, affairs, divorce.
We only knew that dancing
with the other sex was gross.
published in Sonnets to Sing
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