I saw some boys on the train–khaki pants, polo shirts, very serious–and they made me remember what it was like to feel like I knew everything. This is for the boys on the train; thank you for reminding me of how it feels to be young and certain.
Tired
You are terribly wise
And everything you’ve ever known
Displayed in the specs on your face
Makes you human
Makes you tired
You are going to school
And everything that is
And was and will be
Has been pressed between pages
Handed to you softly
Touched with your fingertips.
You will, one day, be older
Tomorrow in fact
This moment, even
Older than the last
But not to you
You are everlasting light and skin
And everything that is, you know.
Girl Seeking Peanut Butter 