Tuesday, July 3, 2012


I was six, potty trained
many years when I surprised
myself and everyone else by
wetting my pants, wrecking
long laid plans for
an overnighter.

What young boy
curious to
be a man
would want
to try
to enter

I came home for clean clothes
and stayed. I also stayed
ashamed, but came away
from that night intact.

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