GROW

Little noise.
Wanting to be something
Before she’s grown.
Wanting to be someone
On her own.
Little noise.
Too young for her ideas,
Too old for her teddy bear.
Cradled between Mommy
And her lover.
Little noise.

Maybe your time’s almost up,
Little girl.
Woman,
Soon you’ll understand.
Overwhelmed by unfamiliar feelings,
Weakened by the thought
Of feeling too young for her body.

She grabs her teddy in one hand,
And her lover in the other.
She hopes they don’t discover each other.
Little noise.