Birth Date

I realized that I was seventeen
headphones stringing of the computer
my contact lense falling out
and burning around my eye
the dots forming numbers
or commas it said august fourth
I was listening to the eagles.
or some-thing.
and writing poetry about Neil-from-work.
that is how I became seventeen
and tomorrow is today which will be tomorrow

and then today.

Constantine Cavafy stares up at me. W. H. Auden is in the mail