Kailey Zitaner, untitled
Dear Adolescence by Nicole Lindler
I am infatuated with the cause of my youth I documented it all. Endless pages following rivers of thoughts Contemplating those new boys, Their reactions to those new breasts, And learning to find myself beautiful Somewhere in between a locked diary I was extraordinary— Perfectionist, idealist, and twelve— Twenty-some collages filled my room, All smiling girls, attractive and Above my age, under my weight. Glued together, in what I titled “DREAMS”. I never ripped them down once, but one by one They fell into my book. Even now, with my diary retired Collages gone, and insecurities so precise They did not die in vain.