living in the same boxes of hand-me-downs is getting old, plus you're chubbier now little girl, learn to throw some things away learn to make new space
shuffling years of catharsis and spanish notes, library fines, and each letter dad wrote where's the formula for separating waste from what can remain?
i'm forgetting everything, slowly don't tell me i'm the only one who can't remember high school lunch and if this is the pace at which i'm going what'll be left of me when i'm 51