Now I am 25.  I eat black beans and scrambled eggs and doughnuts x 3.  I walk the West Side, build my own bouquet, take a bubble bath and do not nap.  I lounge in a striped romper and study the history of photography for actual credits.  I am tired, I am happy, I am mid-performance weekend.  I am sung to after grand battements, out of breath and blushing.  I am both Montague and Capulet, then Montague…then Capulet.  I am a saucy gypsy.  I anticipate the layoff and Valentine’s and a friends trip to the Plaza.  I practice shaky calligraphy, knit calf warmers, sing to my plants, sweep the kitchen.  I want to save superman, and I want to hold your hand.  I am 25 now.  25, here I am.

photo by Kelly Louise.