i was 11
i told her about how kittens' eyes
stay closed for a week or two
the way she looked at me
respecting my intellect
like i was something
my feelings for her were confused
i knew they were wrong and scourged myself at night
alone beneath bedsheets
but still
the memory of her eyes
reminded me of kittens eyes in the third week
and i was blind to my innocence
as blind as a kitten
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