The novice

by

Candi Timmerman

If I were to lie down naked beside a man-child who believes in nothing, would I believe in nothing too? AM I so impressionable and so weak that he could pervert me into something so hollow? I set out on this voyage wanting to guide him, teach him respect, teach him affection. What happens to the teacher? Do I lose myself? My mind reels with possibilities for him,
the unique spirit that he is. I want so much to show people those faint glimpses of tenderness I get sometimes. how when we both hear music that moves us, our laughter is surreal and innocent_but how?
The world shuns innocence,
Perversion is the American dream.

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