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.