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#4

every decade, a new chapter if you will.

what would you say to yours, one at a time in one whole workpiece?

round up, round down, or just meet this year as right here.

start small, maybe it was a summer that really stood out. maybe it was this particular first day of school.

gradually allow yourself, and your words, to zoom out to the whole of 10 years. start at the scale that fits your feelings best.

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    almost 3 [WIP]

    “years 0-10

    i don’t feel i can say much here

    still down the street from where

    i grew up

    but not in a stable sense.

    matron at 4

    only to add 2 more by 10

    there would be 12 of us eventually

    or was it 13? i think i miscarried the 1.

    a best friend

    sureeee

    i’m your 2 in more ways than 1

    the movies mattered though

    fish finding each other through the world

    monsters working behind shifting doors

    a rat sampling cheese, perfect

    an old man and a young one is a house

    filled with billions of balloons

    cars racing down dirt tracks,

    they turned their wheels just such

    emotions turning inside out

    (there was special features back then)

    and don’t even get me started on star wars

    padmé, a name’s sake

    leia, a powerful princess

    one couldn’t have the daughter without

    the mother

    and yet the younger came first

    known before scene

    oh and how about books?

    DK a favorite

    colorful words

    and worlds

    comics too! if the x-men mattered, i could perhaps

    outside of course

    what does it feel like to break a bone

    try, on me

    another branch to breech

    another roof to jump off of, haha

    swing and swing

    swing and swing

    fly

    just like soap on the trampoline

    literally leads

    ~

    years 11-20

    wow, well i suppose i did have a lot to say

    let’s see,

    finding yes

    i’ve seen jesus, sprawled on the floor

    who? s/he.

    welcome to where music saved me

    that’s such a grand idea,

    more times than i care to count

    but with visions of woman, echo del rey

    the coming back from under, echo bastille 

    board games and dancing

    few friends, kept close

    i finally found charm

    family could see what was coming before i had words, god forbid

    18 would rupture, a summer wildfire

    barely made it out alive

    gay first, 

    then trans, 

    hand-in-hand

    now…

    ~

    years 21-28

    …who knows? 

    me.

    good god life is dangerous.

    and fun.

    oh it’s devilishly delicious.

    the sexiness of finding out.

    more times than i care to count

    i always knew i was crazy 

    since maybe 8 or 9

    but now this mystique makes me

    is 30 ready?

    *sign of the cross and a kiss*

    lord knows she’d better be by now.”

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