“Write a resume of all your failures. Now make a list of your dream jobs when you were somewhere between nine and eleven. You know what to do.” – Mindy Nettifee
Part One: Lines that don’t begin with “I never”
Someone told me that he loved me, so I said
that I loved him too, but
I didn’t mean it.
My road test, the first time I took it. I’m still afraid
I’m going on my sixth year of undergrad.
I stopped writing poems, and performing in cheesy musicals, and growing out my hair.
And I gave up naps before I reached my first birthday, insisting I stay awake
Part Two: Things I assumed would happen when I grew up
I’d be a writer, a poet,
a world-famous, award-winning author
(not a high school English teacher, even though that’s what I told people
to get them off my back).
I’d wake up one morning with a very sophisticated, grown up lack of interest
And I’d someday grow tall enough
for the visor over the windshield in the car to actually mean something to me,
because I just always believed
that the sun shining brightly was a good thing.