2. even if she is preparing for a total eclipse
the mosquitos are not vampires, the moon is not your mother.
The air will always be filled with something. Your body too sore or tired. Your father too drunk. Your wife too cold. You will always have some excuse not to live your life.
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1. You wanted to be a dentist, a doctor, a lawyer. You told your parents, then your high school girlfriend &then you changed your mind. You wanted to be a florist, a dental hygenist or a nobody and when you told your college boyfriend he shrugged his shoulders at your stack of sociology books.
I wanted to get born- but not again— not like that. I wanted to be myself. With my focal points. With five fingers. “When I grow up” and then you grow. I wanted to be myself for as long as I can remember so I don’t know what scared us off. I don’t know why practicality was never meant to play a role. We say we are not the men that cut down trees, but lately, I’ve been finding it all hard to believe.
They say “make it short, make it sweet, make it simple.” I act as if I am eating the brain of an alligator, worms covered in chocolate or perhaps having sex from a flying trapeze while the onlookers are onlookers. “Make it short, make it sweet, Make it Simple.”
If the pirates can come back, if they can make the evening news then I’ll give it a goal.
While you were telling your significant others with your books in hand, I was promising I’d try— oh yeah, I’d try anything once.
