The best birthday gift I can give
this year is forgetting, for
the old roommate whose parents
chose his day for the divorce,
for the coworker who is brought to
tears at the thought of 31.
I will smile like I've forgotten how
to count, like I've renounced calendars.
I will try harder not to remind you.
Showing posts with label attack of the quarter-life crises. Show all posts
Showing posts with label attack of the quarter-life crises. Show all posts
Thursday, June 16, 2011
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