kilpatrick/crone [wild youth]

the wild youth for which she was once punished now becomes the rule by which all her actions are measured.

“who needs a seatbelt?” her mother stares out the window. “you didn’t use to worrya bout these things. you were fearless.” The weight of what she calls fearless pounds down her.

what is wildness anyway? this prism through which her mother and others see her compresses her: be sick, be wild, break rules. We cannot, they chant, so it for us.

what had happened to that wild girl that sprite that larger than life child?

 

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