The Greatest Retcon Ever Told

Twenty-eight years spent
upside down, sneering because
it’s the only kind of smile you’ve
discovered that doesn’t
resemble half
a frown.

If clouds
supply the
groundwater,

living with
your head in
the heavens

makes animals whose
feet can touch
the concrete seem
more
like monsters.

Like an
October hurricane I steered
wind and its rains into
hard lefts, lest my wake be
blown out
to sea.

But if I’m talking to me-
as a child, in my teens,
some version of
myself,

readily available
to be
reasoned with using
unassailable logic,

there are certainly some
things I would
say.

Sometimes it’s
better to stand
down, rather than
out;

sometimes it’s
better to
be weak and
retreat, rather

than decay under
hot suns for

nothing.

The first girl you meet is not the one you’ll end up loving. Don’t go live with Dad. Never buy a cat. Don’t assume something is lacking heart just because it’s ugly.

The mother of
your child will
turn on you the
instant you
turn on her,
but never regret

your darling.

Fireball and beer is a bad idea. Carving two names in picnic tables doesn’t make you immortals. Imminent panic will soon be your afterthought.

Survival is
an immoral concept
and people will die,
but inevitably
the rest will
follow.

Tell your mother you
love her every day.

Stop that girl,

she’s on
autopilot.

Stop that girl,
stop that girl,

before she
gets away.

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