if i had the balls…

at the age of thirteen

i dreamt of going to europe

more like — running  away…


i wanted to be surrounded

by the thigh high grass

and type poetry from

the moment the sun first

gave us her morning

ray riddled kiss

to luna\’s extravagant

performance as she brightens

our night sky


sounds odd to say now

when all of my other classmates

wanted to go to 5thavenue

and broadway

who wanted

to be daily buskers

in constant performance

from songs of others

i would\’ve rather

isolated my being

to write

\”the song of myself\’\”*

because only when

we are truly present

to who we are — are

we truly present

to ourselves


*walt whitman

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