Blond hair I had as a child
Over a hundred eggs, potential halves of babies
Childhood stole my infantile ability
to breathe and swallow at the same time.
Adolescence, the dexterity of mind
required to play make-believe with dolls
and not feel false or embarrassed.
Adulthood, the unmatched freedom and presence
of lazily wandering crowded downtown streets
with nowhere to be on workday afternoons.
Also the temporal claustrophobia that came
at the thought of full-time work.
IQ points due to stagnancy, alcohol
Disney princess illusions about grownup love
The belief that my father knows everything
My twenties ripped a hole
in the lining of my self-esteem
but my loved ones keep picking up
the pieces as they fall out,
polishing them, lining them
up on my windowsill