Love's not the way to treat a friend.
I wouldn't wish that on you. I don't
want to see your eyes forgotten
on a rainy day, lost in the endless purse
of those who can remember nothing.

Love's not the way to treat a friend.
I don't want to see you end up that way
with your body being poured like wounded
marble into the architecture of those who make
bridges out of crippled birds.

Love's not the way to treat a friend.
There are so many better things for you
than to see your feelings sold
as magic lanterns to somebody whose body
casts no light.
____________- Richard Braudigan _____________

Today is day three of my hairy legs. I've just been preoccupied and showers just get put on schedule all the time. I heard the weather was supposed to be warm today. I couldn't bare to even think of wearing pants with the the heat and leg hair, so I decided to wear a skirt, despite the leg hair.
I couldn't help but look at my legs all day and admire the beauty of the tiny lines again my brown skirt. The long tracks of hair ran all the way down and met my high blue socks. I placed my poetry books aside, which normally take the job of distracting me. I stared at my long legs and loved myself more than I have ever loved myself in a brown skirt and school desk. I noticed how each strand of short hair grew out of my skin. I realized how this was hair that has been hiding inside of me for so long. Every morning I murder it and suppress it. I have not allowed a part of me to protrude and be seen. I have kept my skin smooth for everyone but myself. I don't mind the brief itching when I fall asleep with shorts on and my legs rub against each other for comfort. That soon dissolves and my leg hair softens and I come to appreciate it.
Thinking about it all day, I realized what must be done. I will throw away my razor and shaving cream. From this day forward I will save ten minutes out of at least five showers per week. This conservation of time will allow me to achieve more important goals rather than merely smooth legs. And if that boy doesn't like what he feels when he runs his hand up my leg, then fuck him, then he's barking up the wrong tree!