graying
Colin Jenkins, Chris Long, Claire Puckett, Nay Wilkins
Heard they threw a party for you
Even filled up balloons in your arteries
To keep you from being a memory
Ma colored her hair
But I could hear her feet
Spinning the plastic wheel of a cold IV
Just graying
Just aging
Do you remember when you told me
“someday I would miss the small things?”
Some days come too soon
Would you miss all you wanted to see in me?
Watched you giving up on Christmas
Kept filling a glass
As an effigy
You had meant to outlast
And pass down to me
So Ma colored her world
In your reveries
Like watered down ideals
Bleeding entropy
Are we waiting?
Am I waiting?
Do you remember when you told me’
“I could be anything I want to?”
I wanted to be you
