Popcorn

yesterday 
to you i was nine years old 
with a black hurley hat 
that never left my head 
the hat that you would take 
and try to hold it far above 
my reach knowing i could never get it 

Moving on is different for everyone, and eventually, you’ll never think of them again.

Is what I hear from everyone.

I have been told

To put curl cream in my hair

Upside down, eyes 

Straining against the ceiling light,

Curls straining toward the tile floor,

Bunching.

I will smell

We 

     Contain multitudes,

     Infinite differences

     And variations; it is