Power Rangers This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine.

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Stuffed animals,
clouds forever shifting softly,
pillow cases, and those foam letters
spelling out A-B-C.
Childhood is fluffy, padded, easy.

When he asked me to play Power Rangers,
I grinned,
said yes, even though I'd never seen it,
took a break from feather beds,
followed him outside.

Scraped shins,
water guns shooting sharply,
danger, and taunting fences
just waiting to be jumped over.
Childhood is uninhibited, abrupt, rude.

Too young for self-conscious hesitation,
when he leaned in, so did I.
Kisses without comparisons
are always perfect.

The time out was worth it.

This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.






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dblentz said...
Dec. 19, 2009 at 9:22 am
boys say! boys say! hey ray ray.
raaay, i checked the current issue after
you told me you got published!
i'm so proud of you, girl =]
much love,
your bff.
i'm sure you'll giggle at this.
 
Powd3er said...
Dec. 1, 2009 at 2:51 pm
This poem has great flow and insight.
I really enjoyed it.
Lovely poem darling =]
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