I don’t want to grow up
I want to lay under sunbeams til my skin bronzes like wishing well money
Without considering the placement of ticking hands, nosey notifications, draining dreams, or run down reserves
I don’t want to be grown
I’d rather stretch each limb until joints have popped and the haze of nights finds erasure meeting the joys of today
Rather than grimy grits of news
Rather than running rat race errands
Rather than having a voice without weight, humanity unseen
Rather than auditioning for mercy
And I don’t wanna be an adult
Voting to live and ignore
Caring but too distracted for the doing
I want to be swaddled like your first child, your only child
For every layer of my being to be draped in love
I want to feel free like the voicing of a toddler, tugging at mommas pants
Stopping her day without pause, smirk plastered on a stained face
Telling her unimportant information
Entitled to her attention
To belong as she responds inquisitively
Without a worry
