To Me At 20

You don’t know it yet but your life has assembled.

Your vignette fully formed. Your brain custumized.

Your heart swooshable. Your are unchangeable

beyond what’s required. Yet still straining in the yoke, 

which will never yield but you don’t know that yet. 

You think you’ll wiggle out with time. It’s good to think that

(I even think it now so late in the game)

but here’s what you don’t know yet: the yoke is loose 

enough to tolerate. You won’t make a huge fuss.

But if we ever get a second chance, little girl,

let’s break out of it, let’s really break out of it.