Apocalyptic poems, posted every m-f.

dreaming children

diego wants to be a dancer,
if he grows up

carlene wants to paint, and
maybe chase sunsets

after the fall
we stop telling children
they can grow up to be anything –
we just tell them to grow up
without dying.

but this is true about dreams:
they do not wait for permission.

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