When I grow up I’ll know
how to destroy myself before learning what a 401k even is.

I will
still have grass stains
on my pants with no idea
how to remove them.

Amd isn’t this where
the unloved end up?

Isn’t this how we grow
into ourselves instead of up?

How we dream of the way
we’d flourish under the love we so desperately need.

the love
we were promised.

I’m wandering.
I’m lost.