I apologize.
I will be better. I can do better. Yes I can.
I've been thinking about girls growing up. Watching them in this supposed haven, sheltered from any sense of change, cloistered into consistency. I've been watching their mannerisms, developed from a steady influx of shoulds and coulds and never-will-bes, thinking about how I should have been a dancer (but never would), should have been a poet (but couldn't, just couldn't), should have been a hot body. What do they think they will be?
The point is: how far we've come.
I hope I can say the same in another 10 years, in another 15, more. I hope I can continue to say the distance we've traveled is vast; the yearnings we seek have stretched; the things we should have been are....
well, what? Are they accomplished? Defeated? Thought better of? Are they inane to begin with, just crumbs from a phantom want?
I guess I hope I know. I know enough to know.
Today: I should be a force, a change, a magnet. I should be without the hesitancy that stills plagues my biggest ambitions. I should never say, "if only I could..."
and you?
...Josh is in the kitchen listening to rap that sneaks up on you like a dick in ya face. And everybody's living with boys these days, it seems. Even me. I never thought much about what that should be.