look at me!
on my own, washing dishes in foreign water.
i've made it and i've grown up and
my life is soon to be over.
i learned all that could be,
my next birthday is a contract for retirement.
24
looking at the number
on its own
feels wrong
so small
so
still
brimming with potential
spring, make me remember
help me realize
lest i forget
how terrifyingly young i am.
What a weird thing it is,
feeling the need for an identity.
And so i made an advertising poster for myself
and put it on the internet.
What a liberating feeling it is,
to never need to discuss myself ever again.
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