Don't say it aloud

Whisper to me that “it is so soon”

and I will sort my desires like puzzle pieces—

all the same color and shape

no corners or straight edges.

Don’t you know I am still that girl

who walked in her sleep to the living room,

searched for a warmth between her legs

found it much too early?

I must tell you

I sleep to see my future 

and my nights are dreamless.

Tell me it won’t be this way,

Not forever,

Or, atleast, 

Not until I turn thirteen.