I used to fear that I'd be in my forties,
packing school lunches,
giving numb kisses,
and screaming for freedom on the inside.

 

But I'm not worried about that anymore.

 

I'll just sit here in my twenties,
and listen to the incessant beeping of the
phone off the hook,
staring at the cracks in my walls,
collecting the pools of sorrow
that leak from my eyes
and drip from my chin.

 

This makes more sense anyway.