my room smells like the winter of two years past.
the bathroom-like my sister's maturity.
today i stood up for the first time
and realized how old i was.
with every inch that my spine uncoiled, i gained another year.
staring at her fridge, she reads my mind.
"that was fifteen years ago," she reminded.
it scared me to think that i can say that,
that i can remember something that happened fifteen years ago.
i'm having a mid-mid-life crisis
because i'm slowly remembering that i have expectations.
i have things that i want to do,
i have goals.
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