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Wednesday, April 20, 2016

Fifteen, Irresponsible Wishing

Fifteen wished for a lot of things,
skinny, makeup, popularity,
oh and the big one…boyfriend.

I had a diary full of moaning
for someone to like me,
you know “love” defined
by hormonal romanticism.

A blind date, yeah!
My friend set me up on a blind date!
Nerves, giggles, excitement.
HE WILL BE CUTE! He Will Be Cute.
he will be cute…he will….

Blind (that word should have been a clue) date..
“Strangers in the night exchanging glances”
dooby – dooby – do – doomed.
I knew him. He was a neighbor…
catfished from the distance of a gravel curve
and neglecting to inform I’d already given one “hell no.”

My friend failed at cupid. I failed at wishes.

Caution: If your fishing with a wish, bait the hook with specifics.

©Susie Clevenger 2016

Day 20  #NaPoWriMo 2016

Real Toads ~ When Wishes Go Bad


De said...

Ha! Love this:
"I had a diary full of moaning"
(me, too) ;)

And that last line! Ah, the teenage years. And now I "get" to parent them. Sigh.

Sanaa Rizvi said...

I absolutely love this :D especially the hint at being specific in the end.

Gemma Wiseman said...

O those heady teenage days when hormones ruled the wish tank. Exciting, but most times very disappointing. A great cameo of the spirit and delusion of those days.

Buddah Moskowitz said...

Ah, the piquant pain of young love! Beautifully done - scooby-dooby-doo.

Outlawyer said...

Ha. Very charming, Susie. k.

Magaly Guerrero said...

So many great lines that take us right back to the feverish romances of a fifteen-year-old heart. Love the playful tragic sound of "dooby – dooby – do – doomed." And the crunch of gravel announcing someone unwanted... touches the ending with all kinds uncomfortable feelings.

Wishing can be rather dangerous.

Sherry Blue Sky said...

You took me back to those days I would never wish to repeat. Smiles.

Anonymous said...

Ha...this is a fun poem. Being grown up is just far too difficult...go for the hormonal I say! :)
Forever an Adolescent Rall

brudberg said...

As if love was blind i- it's not. Oh yes and be specific.

Mama Zen said...

This made me laugh out loud!

Kerry O'Connor said...

Yes, indeed. But it was probably a wish fulfilled for him.

angieinspired said...

In this case, proximity meant nothing:)

Rosemary Nissen-Wade said...

Ha, I particularly like the closing piece of wisdom.

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