School is out
and I am about
and free to be.
If I were any happier
there’d be two of me.
Hence the seed
Hence the notion
Teenaged month.
Why isn’t there one
to share the wealth of feel?
Gills open.
All inclusive.
I emit invitation.
and connection,
a courtly time.
There is a swagger
I can’t contain or hide
in love with life
and magnetized toward a witness
a concept instinctual
and proof I do exist.
I’m making this all up.
And then in God’s timing
I am released upon one
that can handle me
- at least for a while
and for the first time in my life
I have a safe deposit box
for expression and confession
and I am unhinged
by revelation
mirrored back
this fertile time
heady with elixir and cure.
I’ll likely smother my first capture
and scare it away
But I won’t be sad
I am not the same
I had the taste
of being outside myself
and I am addicted
to the sprite suggestion of months
a foyer
towards me adult
I am a garden now
far from seed
once a piece of furniture
I am rooms
Come be with me -
Bobby McAlpine
Catechisms
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