basically what we
have here is a dreamer.
somebody out of touch with reality.
when she jumped, she probably thought she'd fly.
~jeffrey eugenides,
the virgin suicides


read this book
the summer of my 14th year--
when it was published.
to the dismay of my mother,
i snuck it to be checked out
from the library,
hidden underneath another book.

now, although i'm a (bit) older,
i find myself reading it again.

still a dreamer, nonetheless.
still yearning to fly...
but i do
(in my mind).