I always thought by 30 I’d be real together
right as rain
career path
long and laid out before me
like an offering on a banquet table
steak knife and fork in hand
ready to bite.
I always thought by 30 I’d be sewn up and whole
complete with parts united
decided
on the run
off the cuff, out of line
cool cat glasses
pure magnetic charisma
a dynamo in bed.
I always thought by 30 I’d love the smell of coffee
gym sweat, fresh car scent
romantic interludes
enough but not too many
bank account ready,
well read, obscure cultural capital
30% tips on the reg
generous with friends
and the homeless.
Well “fuck”
is all I have to say
about that.
