when i am little

when i was little, i’d cry the moment my feet touched sand

write letters to boys that wouldn’t like me

and change careers each 365

when i was less little, i’d wear blazers to feel safe

craft my favourite’s favourites

and collect days in pixel screens

when i feel little, i pour my day into a glass

listen then ask them why

and go on walks alone

and my toes find sand by the water

snugged from past and unsung loves

when i am little enough, to hit pause on a time that never stops

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