One more time,
let me lift this frosted glass,
pinch the base of the oval with the hand I forced
myself to learn to write with, and stroke the mirror’s
rim with the back of the palm of the hand that had always
been meant to be dominant.
Caressing softly this frame that I seek myself inside,
I focus on the space separating the edge from the features
facing back at me from this spiderwebbed
center, and I wonder,
Tag: young adulthood
Cafeteria Brownies
They say a birthday should leave you wiser,
more learned, more intelligent,
19
Carefree, seeking pleasure, full of hormones,
bent on banter. Crashing towards, orbiting,
or straddling our fuel—no center. What
is gravity? Can’t hold us down, or back. Just
sketch phase
you are everything i’ve never known
and i’ve never been
one for asking questions
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