I wrote this poem in high school. It is not about anyone specific, but about a number of girls I knew who, at that age, felt they had to repress who they were. More of this story after the poem.
shredded newsprint     moistened, yellowed, pungent shelters squirming handfuls     garbage eaters, dirt makers, red wigglers slimily slithering     beneath, between, among silent, secret orgy in the green beans
brownness from greenness warm and heavy, dark and musky beforeness from afterness
soft skins explore, recoil     sing a single whisper of wriggling neverending moistened newsprint     baking soda rain
[written 1997 for a poetry class at Grinnell College]
I wrote this poem after attending a summer camp for Young Religious Unitarian Universalists in 1992 (age 16). It was an eventful week, because there were a few kids intent on breaking the rules. They kept at it until they got kicked out, after an epic 5am meeting called by my youth director, Bill Gupton. Bill was equally adamant that he would not be the one to kick them out; the group had to agree to enforce the rules... we just couldn't end the meeting until that happened!