i’m watching you catwalking my applause and i’m
smitten
by the reminder
you’re me thirty years ago
how can i even have a thirty years ago?
it’s impossible
time
it’s too trippy to be real
it’s a Wes Anderson fever dream
time
your mischievous grin both excites and angers me
i invented that fucking grin!
time
dammit
it’s your turn, isn’t it?
already?
no, no, no, i want more, more, more!
because i kept my wants
i can
grasp for your disco ball rhinestones
i can
taste your shiny leather boots
i can
learn what makes you now
and then i can be it too
your sparks are not shadows of my longing
only a memory
you ask me, aren’t you having fun?
and i want to tell you i am the fun!
i am the one
i want to tell you
i am not your experience
i am not your piece of wisdom
i am not, god forbid, your sampling of maturity
i am you
only then
not now
and now, this now, this now is for you
dammit
i’m not prepared for this
i body roll into 1995 and now my grin matches yours
and my Gen X meets your Gen Z
and then, then, then, then
we are through
we go back in
time
time
time
and i won’t ask the Gods, “where does it go?”
it just
g o e s
A Question Prompt for you:
Do you feel time is zooming by or moving at fine pace? What are some changes you’ve noticed as you get older and how do you feel about those changes?
Write or think on this:
In what ways are you better now that you’re older than you were yesterday?
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