Remember when you were
a kid, and you
really believed it
when they promised you—that
pumping some ordinary
air into your shoe soles
would somehow
grant you the power to
jump a little higher?
When you figured that
in order justify reading the comics
you had to chew the bubble gum?
It's time to stop living
inside of those sorts of comfy
parentheses now.
It's time to stop pretending,
that, one day,
you'll know how
to perfectly remember tomorrow
from the day after—
like it was yesterday.
Recall how—you couldn't just swallow
that toothache, just like
you can't outgrow
all of your shells
from inside them. Step confidently
barefoot—out onto hot pavement,
sinking sand, prickly
grass; take off your sun-
glasses, dude, and look
around you—something is amiss
when the wrappers
are more valuable
then whatever the hell
fleshy stale
crap that they're wrapping.