When I Grow Up I Want to Be What Doesn’t Hurt

Cover for the Poem "When I Grow Up"

Smell the smoke, heat, ash,

of life-

tattered, stained.


Witness the backspace, ctrl, alt, delete,

of time-

bugged, messy.


Feel the turn, breaks, squealing,

of wheels-

derailed, destroyed.


Hear the tear, rip, strangling,

of thoughts-

cracked, broken.


The dreamer awakens to the drain, pop, reality,

her hopes-

suffocate, breath.


The nobody doesn’t smell the smoke, witness the ctrl, feel the breaks, hear the rip,

her hopes-

tattered, messy,

derailed, broken.


Does not suffocate, drawing in one last breath.