I want to go back to Cancun
with my feet gliding
across the cool white sand
and the salty ocean water
cleaning my wounds and shoving itself
down my throat

When it was pouring at 4 am
and we stood in the hut
watching the turtles lay their eggs
as the gods cried in pain

I want to be that young and carefree
when I wouldn't notice my weight
the number of friends I had
and my whole life wouldn't rest on one letter