Youth

I want to have the posture of Peter Pan.

Lick the hope off the lip of Pandora’s jar.

Get constellations stuck beneath fingernails while I dance to my own eulogy.

Pick Mount Olympus from cracks in the sole of my shoe.

I am not the satin padding that lines the coffin

I am the rigamortis.

~I am 20 years old.

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