7.	while driving down 19th street
	Butterflies wintering in Mexico miss out on this-- A sudden warm stretch of January rain and the adolescent girls from between McDonald's and the factory stretch their wings to dry in thin shirts, suddenly tight around their chests. They're proud to suddenly have new breasts-- new weapons to wield--to leave bee-stings across the bodies of the young boys only beginning to realize they should notice. I've seen what they're trying to do, and enough to have learned that the bee-stung breasts of the young girls are not stingers but wings that must be stretched and dried before the first tentative flutters that will eventually leave them to float down to Monterrey, Cancun, or maybe Sarah Lawrence, or a Big Ten school, where they will gather around pine trees, bend the branches collectively, and laugh about the winter they cracked themselves irresolutely out of the cocoon of winter coats.
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