a new screenplay

age twelve: when all those feelings blossom and devour
the pit of a boy's stomach;

when mom & dad become more than givers
& you realize that they are takers;

when the body becomes a travesty
as it overtakes the insides which you were taught were more important;

when one set of legs clacking down a hallway
can break your neck from so many turns;

when the urge to ram a fist through a wall or a skull
is too much for tiny bones to handle;

when a certain four-letter word becomes more
than a cutesy saying for relatives;

when we all begin to falter,
to slip, to fall

in love.

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