i miss being young
not eighteen and not sixteen
not thirty and not thirteen
not ten or nine or seven or six
i miss being two
i miss being two days old
i miss being so young that consequence was not a concept
that i was not aware of myself
that the subconscious was the only conscious
that i did not have to
think do touch feel remember
for more than a minute
that i had to but open my mouth and my every need was met
that i did not have to think
that judgement was not for me
that my faults were not my own
that i was not a person
that i was just i
that
nothing
