When I was about seven

Or fifteen years old

 

Still too young to know

That much about anything

 

I fell off of my bike

Tumbling through what felt

 

Like a satanic trail mix

Of gravel, thumbtacks, and

 

The shame of future mistakes

All rolled into one, a pain burrito

 

Then years later, still too young

To know that much about anything

 

I fell again,

Crushed

 

By my own stupid brain

I had thought

 

What is love?

I felt like Huey Lewis and the ruse

 

Put on by movies and sitcoms

Led me on and on

 

And God why do I feel this

Way, way too much

 

I feel sick and excited

Was it just too many pieces of

 

Eagerness like birds that

Fall out of nests and into

 

The ground, digging

Impermanent graves for themselves

 

Before they add to the sky

Like adorable clouds

 

Why am I jubilant and

Depressed at the same time

 

I can feel my bones and my ears

But not my left arm, or the right one

 

But the right one is

Right in front of me,

 

Am I messing this up?

Of course I am

 

Getting back in the car

Two weeks later

 

I saw that she was a stop sign

And my parent’s camera was more

 

Accurate then my own

Two eyes

 

Just promise me this

Always have someone there

 

Especially after you get

Your wisdom teeth removed.