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watched dazed and confused
with my eldest today,
she’s probably too young,
but sometimes i’m too impatient
for her to grow up.
she had a rough day,
and we needed a bonding sesh.
so many memories rushed back
for me as she laughed in all
the right places- for what it’s worth
she got it, as far as there is anything to get-
the power of desperate boredom
and a yearning for an american adolescences
reeking of freedom and youthful rebellion.
she criticised the outdated problematic tropes
and grooved on all the right songs.

here she is on the edge of falling into
the age of indiscretion and recklessness.

all parents want their kids to experience it all,
but how do we live through the terror
of not knowing whether or not
we taught them enough to survive?