sticky
the shower curtain rings make a trail on the floor
bread crumbs leading back to the puddle of water
leaking from the bathtub
will you pick up the pieces?
sticky with promise and heavy with
everything you've never done
you could see the future from here
if you would look
the tracks go on and on into the sunset surveillance
where you can't meet the eye without being blinded
so keeping your head down
you just
walk
past fingerprint ketchup stains by the baseboards
and that sweep of black sharpie you couldn't wash off
past the pattern on the wallpaper
the best way to avoid growing taller
is to never look back
to never remember how small you were
so you leave the shower curtain rings
and puddles and stains
and pieces of your past
and keep on trying not to look at the sun