VI

Written by K.S.

Originally Published March 2022

my smile watery and my eyes are red as i look

at myself in the mirror and

i like this part of myself, this part that

loves without asking for anything back,

and feels a past without regret,

a future that look like an endless,

multidimensional plane

and i span across decades, fuck it

i dash across centuries and

i see that i’m nothing in the scheme of

it all and

that’s okay

it’s actually more than ok

i feel the world lift away

from my shoulders are air

and i’m air,

i’m a junior in high

school and we’re in the cafeteria

after dark at the slam

poetry contest

and nothing

has changed much in that regard,

has it?

if i focus

i can place myself in the

body of a thirteen year old

feeling

a shag carpet between her

toes and not understanding

how much she could be

missing and not understanding

to

Slow Down

Stop Looking At Yourself

Stop Finding Things to

Change,

things will never be the same again.