They told me that stationery would become
my life
But for the first time in years I am moving
forward
I will buy rubbers and rulers
But not to keep myself straight and ordered
My highlighters will not gloss over my past
I no longer need a compass to find my way
home
I discovered a scar on my face
But couldn’t tell if it was from Chickenpox
Or if I’d cut myself shaving this morning
