BECAUSE YOU CLAPPED AND I HEARD IT

 

longing for firework flares at the lost boys’ campsite

except I forgot all the directions before straight on til morning

and it’s not exactly something you can pop into google maps

 

so I’m an adult outcast like robin in hook

grown up in a world never made for a soul like mine

ground up like molars on right-angle words

like mortals on coils never-never ageless

or morals on money or even only the idea of money 

who herself is an idea, if not some modern deity

 

bitten back a thought better embittered

since seeding we have our plants so closely scrutinized

like knowing the time but not the quartz inside it, or like

believing in 401K widget stonks but not the power to fly

 

so if in seeing you

and making another world with our words, I seem free

like talking to a passionate child about any mystic nightlight

know that you are the star where I finally made a correct turn

    know that here in new neverlandia I’m home to my true self