Living in the same boxes of hand-me-downs
Is getting old, plus you’re chubbier now
Little girl, learn to throw some things away
Learn to make new space
Shuffling years of catharsis and Spanish notes
Library fines, and each letter Dad wrote
Where’s the formula for separating waste
From what can remain?
I’m forgetting everything, slowly
Don’t tell me I’m the only one who can’t
Remember high school lunch
And if this is the pace at which I’m going
What’ll be left of me when I’m 51?