I wonder what I’ll be in twenty years.
Face stretching towards forty- towards
a snug suburban family with an
SUV. I used to shudder, but I feel
my heart leaning towards the ordinary.
The realization that meatloaf for dinner
is comforting. That cul-de-sacs are where
memories are made. And I remember
my own summer nights playing flashlight
tag until we panted for breath, gulping
water greedily from the outside hose.
Warning each other to watch for snakes
in the bushes. Summer tasted like pool
chlorine. The burn in the eyes, shoulders
peeling from the sun. There was no
fretting about tomorrow- only about who
would pick me for their kickball team.
Sometimes, I see myself in the stars.
Or maybe it’s the people around me.
Listen and you can hear the children play.