Seventeen
Tonight
I washed off
seventeen
Crumbled in the haze of
apologies
scrubbing off the soot of
insecurity
I found out my scars were temporary tattoos
Tonight
I held a cat against my chest as I walked through TSA
I held a cat against my chest as I walked through TSA
Replaced my makeup with a
Sports bra and lesbian haircut
and radioactivated the
sun with the solar systems
crawling out of my smile
crawling out of my smile
Tonight
I won't discover my beauty
I won't discover my beauty
in a dictionary or a magazine
but G-d refused to show
Moses his face
to remind him the
holiest is yet to be seen
And tonight I am holy
Tonight I compared
myself to G-d
With the first poem that
is not about
hating myself
Or surviving myself
Or swallowing myself
Tonight
I am not a setting sun
begging for another thirty pages
I am not a setting sun
begging for another thirty pages
I am an Alaskan summer
the first southern
fried northern light
Tonight
I compared myself to G-d
I compared myself to G-d
Because I stole some
wind
Crafted its flares into
a razor
And shaved off all this
seventeen
All this nervous sinkhole of apologies
All this long hair
because he said
he would sleep with me that way
because he said
he would sleep with me that way
All this silence
because he said
he could sleep better that way
because he said
he could sleep better that way
All this hating other
girls who were like me
Who didn’t acquire
the taste for wordlessmess faster
the taste for wordlessmess faster
than the ability to sip warm beer
Tonight I compared
myself to G-d
Because when she was
seventeen
she probably sipped warm beer
at parties where no moonlight spoke to her
she probably sipped warm beer
at parties where no moonlight spoke to her
She probably got lost in
all that darkness
And in all that eternity
When she realized
all it takes is a hug
in a crowded terminal
all it takes is a hug
in a crowded terminal
When mom cries she’s
proud of you
To forgive yourself
for all the people you’ve been
for all the people you’ve been
Tonight,
When you reconstruct
destiny
Using chewed pencils
and knee-high converse
and knee-high converse
You'll shudder as you contact memories
and blooming tomorrows
and blooming tomorrows
When little you is large
enough
To be everything
they told you not to be
they told you not to be
Remember, seventeen bellyflopped out teardrops of opportunity
It doesn’t matter how it
ended up in your bloodstream
It is 92% percent water
And we are 97% clean
You will finger dust all the souls napping in your skin
At the diving board of
21
Your breath still bathes
in rose petals
You will become become your own prophet
and drunk text the lightning
You will become become your own prophet
and drunk text the lightning
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