Adolescent Philosophy Is Wet
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When hair on chest is not quite new or old
Long after armpits make announcements, too,
Young males are dragged along in being bold
In ways that they had only dreamed. The coup
Of feeling over thought becomes a reign
Despotic like an unhinged Caesar’s power.
These would-be men wake up with sticky stain
In hidden hairs below. The morning shower
In dorms with others peeping on gives no
Hint. Later they will find the will to speak
Of love they do not understand, a glow
