My fingers smell like garlic
As I press them to my mouth and inhale
My mind wanders south
The river I'll be a part of for the next few months
And my maps are splayed out in front of me
But I'm not afraid.
My backpack looks like a cadaver to me
And I slowly open the cavities
Removing polyester intestines
Paper lungs
And it's plastic heart that's still beating
Placed in these drawers they look so foreign
But this pack will not be resting forever.
I want to see every inch of this country
Because with each smile I share
It becomes more beautiful
And maybe I'm changing
It feels so healthy to look at my shedded skin
Though it feels terrifying to get older
I'm still getting wiser
And I'm never growing up.
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