i hear florida is nice this time of year
I'm so close but
too young
to get away.
3 more years for you
& 1 for me
but I'm willing to wait.
I can hide
like I have been:
in bookstore corners
& concert crowds
where I can feign acceptance
& take in some of the
"finer" things, like
sweaty, shirtless 20somethings
throwing themselves around to
heavy bass and laser lights.
At least the music's
got feeling.
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