Back
then, being schooled
I
enthusiastically hogged on letters,
Rolled
them into words with my tongue,
Swallowed
them to form sentences while tripping down my throat,
Till
they finally settled down and digested in my stomach.
This,
to me they said was growing up.
Now
that they say is done,
Am
braving indigestion, burping out sentences,
Trying
to bite them into words, chew them back in.
So
much for trying, I am only puking out letters, not just the ones I had,
Throwing
out much more than what I thought I had all these years.
This,
to them I say is growing up.
