don't tell me
about
how my memories will
fade
and my carefree days
will
collapse
into stressful ones,
that one day I'll be sharing
my
pb and j
with a client.
Don't remind me that I'll
get fat
if I
eat too many cookies,
or that I'll be
"out-of-shape"
after
childbirth
because of my
body type
(after so much work
to be thin).
Don't show me how my
efforts are
useless,
and that my life is
temporary.
I've decided
I'm
living forever.