As we get older
We learn to button up our feelings
Just as we learned to button our shirts.
We discover that the alphabet
Not only creates the words “fun” or “cat”,
But “pain”, “fear”,
It also becomes clear
That there is no monster
Hiding in the closet,
But , rather, our sexuality,
And our shamefully large clothing.
Our skin isn’t just for
It’s for actual burning,
And fire isn’t just for candles,
It’s for lighting cigarettes.
We don’t need bedtimes,
Because we can never sleep,
Living in fear of overdue homework
Or wondering why no one loves us
Battling for affection,
Fighting for some of the attention.
I guess those two things never change.