No matter how old you are,
it helps to be young
when you're coming to life,
to be unfinished, a mysterious statement,
a journey from star to star.
So break out a box of Crayolas
and draw your family
looking uncomfortably away
from the you you've exchanged
for the mannequin
they named. You should
help clean up, but you're so busy being afraid
to love or not
you're missing the fun of clothing yourself
in the embarrassment of life.
Frost your lids with midnight;
lid your heart with frost;
rub them all over, the hormones that regulate
the production of love
from karmic garbage dumps.
Turn yourself into
the real you
you can only discover
by being other.
Voila! You're free.
Learn to love the awkward silence
you are going to be.
YOU ARE READING
Dare to Talk
Non-FictionI just needed a book like this so I decided to write it myself.
