Heavy Teenager

Too young, girls carried men
that planted trees in them,
trees that planted whispers
around them.
Too young, girls broke bread
in bones, with blood,
with immature time and broken clocks,
made houses of people who
made hotels of them,
wove their hearts around knives.
Too young, girls wonder why
boys run, why pleasure becomes pain,
why babies cannot come out of babies,
why shame waits at the corner
of one’s eyes.

LARDO