Out beyond ideas of wrongdoing and rightdoing there is a field. I’ll meet you there. -Rumi
Grow up with me.
Let’s run in fields and fear the dark together.
Fall of swings, and burn special things,
and both play outside in bad weather.
Let’s eat badly.
Let’s watch adults drink wine and laugh at their idiocy.
Let’s sit in the back of the car,
making eye contact with strangers driving past,
making them uncomfortable.
Let’s both reclaim our superpowers;
the ones we all have and lose with our milk teeth.
The ability not to fear social awkwardness.
To panic when locked in the cellar;
still sure there’s something down there.
And while picking from pillows each feather,
let’s both stay away from the edge of the bed,
forcing us closer together.