I cannot wait until I’m young enough
To go to 9 different stores
To buy 12 different items
Don’t get me wrong-
I revel in my old age
But what if time weren’t so precious to me
And I savored every moment
Every bite
Every penny, had the time to cut coupons,
Dress comfortably,
Sit on benches in the park and let the sun happen on my skin
Feed things that don’t belong to me like they do

To wish for the sweetness of humdrum activities
Have a pair of perfect slippers by my bed
that have already formed to my toes
Be apart of someone else’s routine
Wake up at 7 in the morning to get ready
For nothing and everything all at once
(growing old enough to be young)
I want to tell stories to others
With the conviction that what I’m saying is of worth
And will positively impact the way they see the world.

I want to spread beauty like the plague
Cough it out onto all my friends
Spew it
Bake it into every second, chew it-
Spew it out again
(Understand the word legacy out of the context of movie titles)
I want to walk away from conversations that bore me
And not feel any remorse

I want to form vowels and consonants
A
N
D
Let them become something so much bigger

Once we lived in a steam-punk wedding cake

the walls tasted like crème cheese icing

everywhere dripped chocolate rust

wheels and gears- pumping out bliss

the house would tick us to sleep

a quiet tock that snuck into our hearts

we beat together-our 3 tiered home and us

and we hung pictures of mixed historical value

the first time someone held our hands

the names of flowers we invented

and the towers twinned together- breathing in city air



Once we lived in a steam-punk wedding cake

The universe kissed our toes

In our rose petal beds

As we nibbled our marshmallow pillows

And greeted the cooler side with the grip of tiny fingers

We wore silly hats

And talked in accents no one could identify

We made our own curse words

That sounded more magical then rude

And we hung pictures of mixed historical meaning

Cartoons from before nickelodeon was bullocks

Our middle names in Braille

And the Kennedys on their wedding day



Once we lived in a steam-punk wedding cake

The home of chocolate fortitude

Where some days we wouldn’t turn on a light switch

And let the candles guide our imaginations

Down dark tunnels and secret gardens

There was never any hunger

Tears only came from happiness

We made capes out of our bed sheets

Chased each other under beds and hid in closets

Peeking out because being caught was our goal

And we hung pictures of mixed understanding

The 8 dirtiest jokes found in ancient art

That day when the sun felt like it would never stop playing with the moon

The day we stood still long enough to know the color of our eyes and the outline of our toes on wet grass