It is summer
I am newly graduated from high school
College awaits, next month, in September
In the interim months I work in an office, Mon-Fri
During the sixties, no one thought to sue for sexual harassment
Upon reflection, sexual harassment proved the daily norm
I have no voice to express spikes of anxiety roused by
Comments and lewd remarks cast in my direction while
Walking past men who employ me to work under them
(Pun definitely intended to clarify my reaction which
Distressed my sense of peace, five days/week)
It's a late Saturday afternoon, and After having enjoyed
A carefree day at the beach
Frolicking with my friends
I am lost in a state of wonderment for this reason:
Over these past few Saturdays, while wading into the lake or
I am lost in a state of wonderment for this reason:
Over these past few Saturdays, while wading into the lake or
Lying on my towel
One friend or another has approached me with
A guy who wants to meet me
Ever since Will and I broke up, several weeks back
My phone has been ringing off the wall
At this moment in time
My hand can be seen
One friend or another has approached me with
A guy who wants to meet me
Ever since Will and I broke up, several weeks back
My phone has been ringing off the wall
At this moment in time
My hand can be seen
Sliding down the banister while
I walk downstairs after bathing in readiness for tonight's date, and
My skin feels aglow with the sunkissed tan that
Makes the blue of my eyes pop ...
Had sunscreen even been invented, back then?
As I step down onto the floor of the foyer, leading to
Our front door, I hear
Grandma's Russian accent coming from the den, which is
Separated from the staircase by a very thin wall, and
While making my way through the doorway into the den
I feel shocked at hearing Grandma say:
Annie doesn't live here. You have the wrong number
Then, before I can take the phone or confront her
My grandma hangs up on the caller and
Casting a disparaging look in my direction
She turns her back on me and
Bustles her indignant self right out of the den and
Into her room ...
As for me, I feel as dumbfounded by
Grandma's confounding reaction as I do
Each time a new guy smiles at me while
Jotting down my phone number ...
I mean, it's not as if I'd been short on dates during high school
But this cornecopia of choices proves utterly
Mind boggling, because I have no conscious awareness
Of what has changed over these past four years ...
I also have no clue of harboring a self demeaning attitude that
Keeps me stuck in a perpetual state of
Discombobulation every time
A new guy makes his approach, hoping to spend time with me …
2014
Though your friend, Annie, has grown
Far beyond the discombobulated mindscape of
That naive, inexperienced, eighteen year old girl
Guess who still harbors
Vestiges of self demeaning disbelief suggesting that
No guy in his right mind
Would have reason to look at me, twice …
I mean, it's a well known fact that
Negatively focused attitudes addle the brightest of minds …
And if you ask why I've not yet made use of EMDR to
Rebalance the wounded view of my physical self image
I'd reply:
Clarity suggests that working to heal certain portions of my self esteem in order to strengthen my conscious connection to self worth continues to take precedence over concentrating upon that which seems superficial
1962
At any rate, after Grandma leaves me staring at her closed door, I, in a state of deeply confused, mental disarray, spin on my heel in search of my mom ...
I walk downstairs after bathing in readiness for tonight's date, and
My skin feels aglow with the sunkissed tan that
Makes the blue of my eyes pop ...
Had sunscreen even been invented, back then?
As I step down onto the floor of the foyer, leading to
Our front door, I hear
Grandma's Russian accent coming from the den, which is
Separated from the staircase by a very thin wall, and
While making my way through the doorway into the den
I feel shocked at hearing Grandma say:
Annie doesn't live here. You have the wrong number
Then, before I can take the phone or confront her
My grandma hangs up on the caller and
Casting a disparaging look in my direction
She turns her back on me and
Bustles her indignant self right out of the den and
Into her room ...
As for me, I feel as dumbfounded by
Grandma's confounding reaction as I do
Each time a new guy smiles at me while
Jotting down my phone number ...
I mean, it's not as if I'd been short on dates during high school
But this cornecopia of choices proves utterly
Mind boggling, because I have no conscious awareness
Of what has changed over these past four years ...
I also have no clue of harboring a self demeaning attitude that
Keeps me stuck in a perpetual state of
Discombobulation every time
A new guy makes his approach, hoping to spend time with me …
2014
Though your friend, Annie, has grown
Far beyond the discombobulated mindscape of
That naive, inexperienced, eighteen year old girl
Guess who still harbors
Vestiges of self demeaning disbelief suggesting that
No guy in his right mind
Would have reason to look at me, twice …
I mean, it's a well known fact that
Negatively focused attitudes addle the brightest of minds …
And if you ask why I've not yet made use of EMDR to
Rebalance the wounded view of my physical self image
I'd reply:
Clarity suggests that working to heal certain portions of my self esteem in order to strengthen my conscious connection to self worth continues to take precedence over concentrating upon that which seems superficial
1962
At any rate, after Grandma leaves me staring at her closed door, I, in a state of deeply confused, mental disarray, spin on my heel in search of my mom ...
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