the first talk

The white kids always got to do it,

Pack their bags and their wallet and take chances and live

With just some...abandon, some joy I don’t always grab a piece of

[not my] cake

I want to pop up somewhere with minimal materials,

to live somewhere with people, and make big memories

Cleave from the ready made friendships of my sisters and make a way for myself

I did it once, as a collegiate young adult

Had a new place no car little money and I made it

I became a person all on my own

I can- can I- do it again?

Move.

Put up roots. put down. roots

Establish myself.

I’d like to live

while I am young enough to do so loudly.

(March 3, 2021)

"I'd like to live while I am young enough to do so loudly."

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