one birthday card away from old
and my ages are my siblings -
eleven took seven by the hand and through the halls,
downtown in the rain sun & snow
while seventeen couldn't even recognize fifteen
i never even answered "i'm fifteen." what an under-said,
under-felt -
under the shadow of sixteen- age...
to put my years in a room with four walls
and stare objectively at who i was, because
i knew her when she was young, younger, youngest
and can i look at old photographs and believe that was me?
i was she
cards, candles and cakes ago
cant let go.
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