I learned the truth at seventeen that love was meant for beauty queens and high school girls with clear skinned smiles who married young and then retired
the Valentines I never knew the Friday night charades of youth were spent on one more beautiful at seventeen I learned the truth
and those of us with ravaged faces lacking in social graces desperately remained at home inventing lovers on the phone who called to say come dance with me and murmured vague obscenities it isn’t all it seems at seventeen
a brown eyed girl in hand-me-downs whose name I could never pronounce said - pity please the ones who serve they only get what they deserve
the rich relationed hometown queen marries into what she needs with a guarantee of company and haven for the elderly
remember those who win the game lose the love they sought to gain in debentures of quality and dubious integrity their small town eyes will gape at you in dull surprise when payment due exceeds accounts received at seventeen
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to those of us who knew the pain of valentines that never came and those whose names were never called when choosing sides for basketball it was long ago and far away the world was younger than today when dreams were all they gave for free to ugly duckling girls like me
we all play the game and when we dare to cheat ourselves at solitaire inventing lovers on the phone repenting other lives unknown who call to say - come dance with me and murmur vague obscenities to ugly girls like me, at seventeen
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