Geri

and i remember i was really proud of it.
hung it up on my wall and everything when it made the newspaper.
a year ago today, i took the grey-brown frown of november
and molded it into metaphors with my own two hands. looking

"You're so mature!" 

They say to me, 

as they pinch my cheeks 

and hug me close. 

I scowl at them.

 I feel so odd.

 I'm young, but mentally old.

I'm still a kid 

Don't fall in love with people like me. I'll take you to museums, and parks, and monuments, and kiss you in every beautiful place so you can never go there again without tasting me like blood in your mouth.