melted

give me seventy-four hoagies, stat

in my short life of fourteen years
i have wanted to be many things

first was a doctor, aided by my grandmother, her dreams for her children reflecting onto the firstborn daughter of the firstborn son, to be a doctor and a lawyer was an unachievable dream, thus i had settled for only one; second, right after, was a lawyer.

third was a pop star, a la hannah montana, her blonde wig disheveled on my head, a plastic microphone in my hand, sharing melodies with melody and cadence, all of my childhood neighbors wrapped up in oversized dresses identical to mine.

fourth was a teacher, pencils perfectly arranged within a plastic case, the smiling faces i had grown to admire and look up to becoming one of my greatest loves, i had always enjoyed learning and experimenting, wishing to share my expertise just seemed appropriate.

fifth was a composer, music sheets crumpled at my feet, treble and bass clef alike, collapsed atop a keyboard, launchpad unplugged, music had always brought me joy, joy that i could blast out of speakers for the world to appreciate.

perhaps someday when i grow old, i will shout for orders of falafel or of hoagies, latkes or sushi, my first job having been my last, or perhaps i will become rich and famous, or one or the other, or none of the above.

right now, i just want to be happy.