if this bus
is any later
i will drift
into a pile of snow
i’m not seventeen
anymore
wrapped in three
and a half blankets
to keep myself warm
from the inevitable cold
i’m an amorphous blob
a lump of
coat and scarf
and mask and hair
and cords and lunchbox
and sweater and bag
and cold fingers clutching
a coffee cup
i’m not twenty one
anymore
can’t keep
ignoring things
pushing them
under more layers
claiming it will
keep me warm but
just stifling
me from breathing
i’m almost
twenty three
but when i start
ripping off layers
i’m still
thirteen
under the
trappings of
age there
are those same
fresh wounds
****** on my skin
do we even get
older or do we just
grow wiser in the ways of
silencing the child underneath?
but there’s no time
to think about that
now when the
bus is rounding the
corner and i’m scrambling
through forty
different pockets
to find my pass
and it’s time to go
because if i stand
here any longer
so the snow blows
over me
when the sun comes
out my feet will
melt onto the sidewalk
but that’s another
thought for another
day and it’s time to
leave so i’ll just put on
another layer and
keep moving so
the snow can’t
cover me
Jan 19, 2021
Jan 19, 2021 at 4:29 PM UTC
if this bus
is any later
i will drift
into a pile of snow
i’m not seventeen
anymore
wrapped in three
and a half blankets
to keep myself warm
from the inevitable cold
i’m an amorphous blob
a lump of
coat and scarf
and mask and hair
and cords and lunchbox
and sweater and bag
and cold fingers clutching
a coffee cup
i’m not twenty one
anymore
can’t keep
ignoring things
pushing them
under more layers
claiming it will
keep me warm but
just stifling
me from breathing
i’m almost
twenty three
but when i start
ripping off layers
i’m still
thirteen
under the
trappings of
age there
are those same
fresh wounds
****** on my skin
do we even get
older or do we just
grow wiser in the ways of
silencing the child underneath?
but there’s no time
to think about that
now when the
bus is rounding the
corner and i’m scrambling
through forty
different pockets
to find my pass
and it’s time to go
because if i stand
here any longer
so the snow blows
over me
when the sun comes
out my feet will
melt onto the sidewalk
but that’s another
thought for another
day and it’s time to
leave so i’ll just put on
another layer and
keep moving so
the snow can’t
cover me