A friend said everyone has to grow up.
He said it like a man who had been
molded by someone else’s hammer.
It heated me and made me malleable
like burning kittens or drowning puppies.
It is hard to grow up, friend.
if we die too young.
Lets make paper airplanes
with scraps of paper sent
by the bill collectors.
Lets ride a bike around the lake
with a little ginger ale in our bellies
and a plumped up grin
to meet the noise of the old people
doing the boring and necessary things
to keep their lines and moles in order
Lets walk on the beach and kick the waves.
Lets pick up rocks and suck on them.
Lets climb the mountains and jump off
giggling fear into the abyss