Your Second Poem by Maya Hanson

I've always been first. At everything.

At riding a bike,
at pretending,
at being the oldest
and then the youngest

At lifting my own feet
off the ground, at
smiling, at bleeding, at
touching you

At painting my face
out of my body, at
being nervous and
talkative, at
leaving

At standing tall as
the sky, then
so low to the ground

At touching the stars, at
breaking free from
now to dawn, at
reading the words
etched on her lips, at
telling you everything
through silence

At thinking falling is flying, at
searching for something
that doesn't want
me to find it

but now I'm standing here
and I'm sure I'm your second
and I'd give it all up
just to be your first in line.