on turning twenty three
i couldn't help myself. here is my version of on turning ten by billy collins on turning twenty three the whole idea of it makes me think likes it’s just another day, it’s just another number something like a Monday, any regular day or a Tuesday in the college attending classes a Friday night in comfy pajamas an anxiety-filled Wednesday afternoon a Sunday evening that gets over too soon you tell me it is time to be looking forward, but how do I forget the infatuations that came at sixteen and the complex intersectionality introduced by twenty two. I can crawl back and remember every year at twelve I was an artist I could make faces with only a pencil by concentrating for four hours at a stretch. at seventeen I was a poet, at twenty one a feminist. and now I am mostly at the laptop watching videos and then an article and a reading. back then it never felt so much the people who walked by my house and the illusions of doing good as it does today, all the pretentious...