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"i don't know yet"
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Juvenalia
SHE:
Poem 1 – “i don’t know yet”
i don’t know yet what SHE can be—
a lady in heels or a witch under the moon,
a woman like my mum who folds laundry at dawn,
or a hag who cackles at secrets too soon.
they call her bag, b-tch, cow, harridan—
names like shadows tossed in the air.
but i’ve seen her laugh, fierce and free,
and those words don’t seem fair.
i’m only thirteen and still sketching her face,
wondering if SHE’s storm or a gentle sunrise.
i don’t know yet—but i’m ready to find out
what magic she hides behind her eyes.
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a revision: “i don't know yet”
i don’t know yet
what SHE can be—
the tap of patent heels on cobblestone,
smoke-scented pine brushing midnight air,
my mother’s towel wrap, steam-soft at dawn,
or ember-laced laughter crackling against the dark.
they brand her ‘storm-queen’, ‘iron-maiden’, ‘moon-cursed’—
nicknames like flint shards against her skin.
but i’ve felt her laughter tumble
like river-pebbles cool in an open palm.
i’m thirteen—graphite notes on cedar-scented pages,
fingertips ink-stained, tracing her silhouette:
tempest-roar or rose-blush of morning light.
i don’t know yet
—but tonight i lace a single heel,
leather warm against my ankle,
taste the cool bite of moonlight on my tongue,
and step into the magic behind her eyes.
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