i already know how to feel. it tock
me so long to get here and now i
must wait for everyone else to figure
it out on their own on their own tick. this is not resilience
fuck and you you taught me how to even
understand which is no small part it’s pro
bably the biggest baby. oh and growing up
being a baby growing up when for fifty-nine
years you or i were the biggest child the
eldest baby for fifty-nine years always
got to be best because first (breast
because diapers) and then bam no
baby no more. no baby no more
because i cannot cry nor ever
could. in this extra line is
where i fix myself enough
to double in size. i knew
i was an artist but i just
thought i was. i thought
i made heart but then
you taught me how.
just in time to realize
to realize how come i can’t
feel just time. i mean maturity
age is just a faux finish
how come this hurts?
