I’m a hundred years old when I breathe
I find comfort in the miniscule starlight calling me to rest
Evergreens, Oaks and Willows
I’m seven years old when I climb them all
A giant when I reach the top
Plane Jane and ordinary Jo
Tell me all the little things I need to know
Eden seemed like the perfect home
Cut down the trees and build a home
I’m seventeen and the world could never be louder
And the lonely screams silence
The ink on my skin
Is a mystery worth uncovering
Crash like the gypsies
Dance the endless rhythm of aging
Because I’m thirty and the world’s repeating
I’m just older to most with my flailing that use to
Mean jumping and my jumping that looks like
Flailing so the words are jumbled in a line of straight
The sheets are quiet
The sunsets are bleak
And we lay awake at night but don’t speak
I still find myself in your eyes
With every truth and the little lies
-v.