“Numbness + Tingling”
I don’t have adventures anymore, do I?
I squeeze between roommates on the couch
To watch early 2000s rom-coms
And drive everyone to the craft store on a Saturday.
Before I was a hypochondriac,
I used to dance a lot and feel out of breath
Until I was sure I’d pass out
And maybe even die.
I used to breathe in the smoke from my friends’ cigarettes
And refuse when they offered me one.
I was sure that I’d live to at least ninety
And I was proud of myself for that.
It’s funny how things can change,
And limbs can start creaking from one month to another,
And you cut your hair to feel older
On purpose.
Somewhere along the line you realize
Hair grows back just like bad habits.