Description: A series of stanzas on what growing up means to me.
growing up is
bringing up wood to fuel
the roaring fire in your living room
because you and your cat
are the only witnesses to its
it’s wanting to impulsively buy
a motivational calendar
from the store in the center of town,
but deciding not to because
you never used the sunset one
you got last year.
it’s having an eleven a.m. class
but waking at seven,
leaving at nine,
and arriving at ten--
in case you get caught up
on the way there.
it’s never seeing your family
between going to classes
and your brother’s many
after school activities.
you’ve had leftovers for dinner
on-and-off the past two weeks
and you just want to
eat with everyone at the table again.
it’s being aware of the anxiety
that’s plagued you for years.
it wasn’t bad before you noticed,
but now you feel terrified
at the thought of having to speak
only in spanish
in your first spanish class since
it’s doubting your own abilities.
you’ve taken them for granted
but reality has set in
and you’re not sure
you can fulfill your childhood
dream of getting a book published.