Fourteen

Fourteen At fourteen, Lost in the woods Squatting to pee, it Runs down my leg hot and itchy No one knows where I am, or was My face splotched and pimply Always embarrassed No kissing for me The boys want perfect skin pretty smiles I hide in those pine trees Near the pond and farm There’s no watch or clock I can’t read the sun Just my hunger When it’s time to go I walk Past the corn, over the stones Rotting apples on the lawn The door unlocked, my room Hot and bare