YWP

Maybe being a  

teenager is just a con 

stant state of panic. 

If you wrap your hand around your mother's wrist 

your fingers will touch. How 

do you come to terms with that? How 

do you learn that your father's shoulders 

event horizon–

boundary of a black hole beyond which not even light can escape–

a point of no 

return 

so imagine, my dear, a color 

that is not a color 

Somewhere outside of Philadelphia,

there is a small island in a pond shaped like a boomerang.

When I tilt my chin to the heavens,

I wonder which foolish god

threw it to this barren part of earth?