Shouldn’t Couldn’t
March 30th 2008

Using you to date my world
I’m starting to understand what it feels like to be old,
barely and sort-of while my writing is becoming
so out-of-its-mind as my fingers fit around
this skinny-anorexic pen and ache.
As I look back I understand
Why everything feels like this, and
as I look forward I don’t see how anything
inside of me can really truly shift enough away
I see myself in my own ugliness and humming bitterly of
the ugliness in absolutely everyone else, of living
I’m starting to understand why you’re young, a little, and
all the things that make me absolutely no different, no better
I bet you don’t know. You shouldn’t-couldn’t can’t possibly.