Follies

“All of us who are worth anything, spend our manhood in unlearning the follies, or expiating the mistakes of our youth.” — Percy Bysshe Shelley

I am no longer given to screaming fits
outside of clubs, in parking lots, or
at diners.Being the “psycho girlfriend”

is only entertaining up to a point, and
is certainly not at all becoming once one
is out of one’s twenties. I am no longer

given to bouts of sobbing, of uttering
ominous threats that I have really no
intention of carrying out. I am no longer

given to researching your past relationships
the way one researches Walt Whitman, or
The Kyoto Protocol. I no longer compare her

upper arms to mine. Doing this only leads to
denying myself dessert. Doing this only leads
to self-sabotage, which will only lead to drinking.

I am no longer given to drinking:
drinking made me prone to screaming
fits outside of clubs, in parking lots, or at diners.

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