Was walking my kid to school this morning and I noticed a small group of girls looking over New Moon. I was too old for Twilight around its hype, but the first movie is a guilty pleasure of mine. Like, I get it. Some books hold a bunch of secrets only girls get. Lady Chatterly’s Lover. Flowers in the Attic. Fuck, even 50 Shades of Grey and Haunting Adeline. It’s a pipeline. I don’t think it’s dangerous, but for certain girls like me, it felt like a good place to get lost.
Anyway, I put some thoughts in a poem. Maybe it’s shitty. Maybe it’s good. I figured I’d start sharing some of my creative thoughts somewhere. Maybe you’ll be inclined to pay a small fee to read them.
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