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.