on turning 25

dead skin and split ends circle the drain; i go to cleanse my grandma wishes me clarity, direction and opportunity in the light on the drive to dinner i try to eat the moon it's glowing and golden above the red light long flares crawl into my car, rising the tides within funny, it's just cheese. outside a cat meow's incessantly perhaps it is lost, calling out for help, for home or maybe it's hungry, scratching at its owners shut bedroom door shedding its wild all about the house love me feed me hold me it begs control me. i am directionless by mid-day there are too many dishes to do people to forgive people to forget i pull a tarot card and it confirms a heartbreak that has already happened i dream things and then they occur was it always like this? 25 feels different. bigger. bold. burly man puffing his chest out QUIET ON SET i'm here golden year. full moon eclipse. i've prayed for clarity and when it comes it leaves a sour taste in my mouth i've never been a fan of sweets i prefer salt in the wound i like the sting on my tongue my favorite poem reminds me not to go gentle to rage and rage and rage against the dying of the light and so i will rage and then i will love and love and love and love