electrification

i was in the seventh grade
when i met a boy in a red shirt
whose voice sounded a lot like home,
and i remember hearing them say

“silly girl,
you’re only thirteen years old,
you don’t even know what love is!”

but who are they to judge
when their ancient bodies
have already forgotten
what it felt like to be yound
and electrified?

who cares if it isn’t their
dictionary definition of true love,
i’d still rather be young and clueless and trembling
with my veins pumping his name
over and over again
than having to spend the rest of my life
away from the only thing
i’ll ever love enough to call
home

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