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By Gary Beck

PROMPT — The way I see it ...

I may only be thirteen

but I have a woman’s body

and it’s time Mommy accepts it.

When it’s really hot outside

I go for a walk

and meet my best friend, Cassie.

We wear tight short shorts, sports bras

and the workers watch us,

Hispanics, Eastern Europeans

who can’t afford to live here

in our expensive neighborhood.

We always recognize them

cause they wear cheap t-shirts

and their faces are lustful

as they watch our taut, sexy flesh

amply displayed for viewing

on our way to the gym.

We like that they look at us,

even though they’re lowlifes

and sometimes make dirty comments,

but we’d never do things with them.

We feel safe showing off our bodies

walking in the neighborhood,

showing off we’re young and hot.

Daddy doesn’t like how I dress

and says I’m provoking trouble,

but he doesn’t tell me to stop

cause he likes to look at Cassie,

who looks as hot as I do

and she’s a little older,

about thirteen and a half.

Nothing will happen to us here,

people are always on the street

so they may look at us,

but they won’t do anything.

Summer’s over in two weeks

and we go back to school

where we can’t dress like this.

I tell Daddy not to worry

and he finally gives in

and won’t bug me for a while.

I’m glad Mommy’s so busy

cause she gives me a real hard time.

 

Gary Beck has spent most of his adult life as a theater director and worked as an art dealer when he couldn't earn a living in the theater. He has also been a tennis pro, a ditch digger and a salvage diver. His original plays and translations of Moliere, Aristophanes and Sophocles have been produced Off Broadway. His poetry, fiction and essays have appeared in hundreds of literary magazines and his published books include 42 poetry collections, 18 novels, 4 short story collections, 2 collection of essays, and 8 books of plays. Gary lives in New York City.

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