twenty-three and surviving
on pot and painkillers and the press of
holding your lover's hand
and your best friend's smile and anxiety
and it's all worth it, isn't it?
you've finally got life in your grasp
humming happily in the grocery store snack aisle
child, why are you still surprised
to stumble upon beginnings?
did they do so well in
convincing you growing old is
the end of all things?
grow into who you
were always meant to be
take up your own space
take your pills
transition with pride
getting bigger can still mean
enjoy yourself, and keep surviving
you're a thrill to behold