15 years old:
invite a group of friends over
to sit in my empty living room
with brand new wood floors -
we’re renovating
proof: I’m not poor
16 years old:
hang out of my sister’s
bedroom window,
swing into wet mulch,
steal away to twone’s
to get hammered and
touch my first ****
proof: I’m not afraid
18 years old:
lament over the fact
that I’m the last senior
alive without a cell phone
you got the flip, *****
happy birthday
proof: I’m one of you
21 years old:
rip six foot bongs,
squirt jaeger bombs
into mouths from a gallon jug,
***** black sushi sacrifice
proof: I can hang
22 years old:
get caught with drugs
in 90 degree Arizona desert,
make friends with drug dog,
tell the truth while you take a ****
sit in a cell and make plans
to call brother for bail
proof: the truth won’t always set me free
11 years old:
go into a department store
with my auntie,
heavy footsteps follow,
head to the juniors department,
heavy footsteps follow,
turn round, see an old man,
think, ‘he must be shopping for
his granddaughter’
proof: innocence is blind
have to *** head to the bathroom,
heavy footsteps follow
with ragged breathing,
watch as Velcro sneakers stand
just beyond the door my stall,
curl into a ball and
wait, wait, wait,
as my brain takes on silent screaming
proof: I am nothing but prey
hear the next stall door
creak open,
watch feet walk in and legs
begin to bend,
explode out of stall
into store,
find auntie and begin
hyperventilation and
true demonstration of fear
proof: I am a woman now