When I’m Young 

sometimes i want to take 

a needle and restitch my skin to make it fit me 

better. want to go out 

with the trash and be recycled, so some night

i could dance where people might see me. there’s 

this ache in my bones whenever i hear music,

yearning to bare my throat to the sky, to 

let some divine hand tear the voice out. there’s 

this desire to be where the people 

are, the people who cascade into each other and 

get drunk on air, blending into nighttime marvels like they’re 

creating an excuse for being young 

by existing and 

it makes me wonder how to be that alive.