was i the only kid
that begged their parents to do the dishes?
i was so desperate for some glimpse into adulthood
until the dishes became a daily chore
and i regretted ever asking.
you aren't aware that adulthood is in the reflection of the spoon
you've been asked to meticulously polish
until it's right there in front of you
and you're moving boxes with your mother
to prepare for college.
yesterday
you turned the TV on
and tuned into the streamer that you used to watch
every day
sitting in bed during quarantine
while the world slowly smoldered
outside your window.
instead of watching like you used to, your mind wanders
to the worry that you won't have enough money
to afford your textbooks this semester.
the sinews of your life
have snapped and
began to contort themselves
trying to mold into something
entirely foreign and new.
they must
fight against their own molecules
to survive.
nothing will ever be the same
as it was.
YOU ARE READING
the archives - a poetry portfolio
PoesíaA light buzzing distracts you from whatever you're doing. There is an old, weathered monitor on a table next to you. You could have sworn that it had just *appeared* out of thin air. Out of curiosity, you stare at it for a moment. The screen flicke...
