Chapter Text
At the tail end of my fourteenth summer,
let me begin again.
Let me park my feet at the curb,
touch ground, think about
how easy it is to forget the obvious.
Let me constantly risk absurdity
with my own hands, like how
the drive-in movie theatre
near my old house
swallowed the cars into a partially-
permeable world; unreachable.
Let me find that too much of joy is
kept quieter than anything
you’ve ever known, and that
I cannot hold darkness like
a cup of coffee, or the liquid
personas flitting through
me and the years.
Let me hold the scars from the
brown underbrush of years-gone and
and let me see how we traveled so far
to come-to in these sagging beds.
This life is too heavy to hold and,
at the end of the year, let me find
myself swimming back to shore
without ever having left to begin with.
Let me know the sound of
everything temporary, and let it be:
beauty and terror,
not beauty or terror.
Let me begin again at the sound of
screaming passionately into life.
Let me be quieter this time, let me
memorise the faces, the walls, let
everything be permanent for just a
moment and,
At the tail end of my fourteenth summer,
let me begin again.