Glass

a dozen and a half times around the sun and you’d think i’d know everything about being young. i know about blisters and adrenaline and the way a person shifts when he walks in the room. i know about clay and the burn of rum in my throat on a school night. i know about being so cold my teeth chatter but this house is a hundred degrees and i know what it feels like to come completely undone. i’d still say i’ve got plenty to learn because i’ve yet to know what it feels like to love in the way that sets a thousand monarchs free from containment. i want someone to touch me like they know i could break and i want someone to touch me like they they know they could break me and then, i think, i would feel like a boy that has met his capacities and a boy that will continue to fill even after reaching overflow.