they say when you turn 22
there are all new cells in your body
the ones from birth, all of them
have been replaced
you adapt and are made new

maybe that’s why this part
of my life has been so chaotic
out of control and confused
unsure whether it yearns for the past
lives for the present
or anxiously, excitedly
awaits the future
because the last baby cells are dying
and their time is up
and the rest of me doesn’t know
if it’s ready for that
quite yet