I'm almost 9
I'm almost 16
I'm almost 30
I'm almost 46
I'm almost 9
for a summer in Queens
and the days are sunshine and
beaches and city streets
and baseball games
and dirt that never touches me
I'm almost 16
at my first Broadway show
with my high school chorus
and I don't understand
all the things I see on stage
but I know I want to
I'm almost 30
and this company has agreed
to pay me for the only thing
in the world that
I'm good at
and here I am again
I'm almost 46
and my company has agreed
to bore me to death
so I will I write poetry
sitting in a bar
with red duct tape seats
and wonder
if I'm almost
where I should be
if I'm almost home
and if I'm almost
happy
~VoodooRue (5/2017)
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