Forever ’03

Free Verse ReVolution

I would give up evolution, never ask an ounce of restitution to be forever eighteen. I would spend eternity writing stupid limericks about adolescent jibberish and give back all the gifts that burden me. I would retrieve teenage uncertainty and earnestly embrace it, spend every night wasted, let the lion out of its cage and agree to never tame him.

I’d do all this if it meant I could be oblivious, smoking pot in parking lots, laughing as we fled beat patrol cops. Hardly inconspicuous, the world was still ambiguous and we were too ambivalent to care what hardship was.

But that’s the thing
about nostalgia- like
that Chevy
Impala, it doesn’t get
the mileage it used to,

and it’s more rusted
than turquoise blue.

You can drink it by
the gallon,
sacrifice your time-
given talents and
never rise to
a single challenge on
its behalf;

but the math…

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