#2 - Poem by Maia AlmediaAmir
/Times are hard for dreamers./
That's another one.
A tough one.
That sticks to your mind like only an idea can.
You'll find yourself reeling it off
One day, in sixty years,
When you're a grandmom living in
Kansas. Of all the places to end up!
Cap slapped back on your balding head,
While something in there
Brays for unicorn whispers.
A youth that no one's around to understand.
Something in you will be 27 forever.
Ol' mamma used to say.
Do not cry,
/If you have become human enough to cry all the magic in the world cannot change you back./
String vest and a short dress.
Whiskey stink and bean stains.
Our narcissism will get us no further,
We need a fresh disease.
Sleeping in socks is warm,
And large jumpers are comfortable,
And we are miserable creatures
Of miserable habits.
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