Goodbye to the van, goodbye
to fists in the face of the
world,
goodbye to the impetuousness
of trying. I haven’t forgotten
stairs; you never forget the
tiny
ache of growing pains; your
bones simply creak when you try
to stand or sit. Goodbye to
noise.
Goodbye to hard. It’s all easy,
now, soft, now. There are
elevat
ors. There are sounds of
disdain
pointed at anything that stands
out. Goodbye to curses. Good
bye to river valleys. There are
still
mountains, but at the top they
look
flat.
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