After My Fifteen-Year-Old Self
the cab ride home
the long way home
the poem no one read
the friend who wasn’t in the end
the Plot? Suspense? God and gore and bare naked ladies?
the cool flight, where no one listens to the safety demonstration, and everyone dies
the lame flight, where everyone puts their own oxygen masks on first, and no one dies
the boredom, the boredom the boredom the boredom the boredom
the desire
to sing and dance
to take your shoes off
to throw your arms up and say yeehaw-no-weeeeeee!
rippin it.
me and my terrible little poems
that no one ever reads
the fun I have
Sex and The City
seeing your mom!
seeing a puppyyyyyyy!
licking the ice cream off your hands
the worst pretzel you’ve ever had
the satellite
no—shooting star
kissing
on the lips
he likes you
he always did
the totally unplaceable and mysterious taste particular to what he calls
snickerdoodle
it’s all so complicated
when no one knows you
whatever it would mean
if they did