things_i_didn't_know_i_would_regret raze doing all i could to make sure no one trained a camera on me through most of my adolescence. not telling a fistful of people who were important to me about this place when we were still on speaking terms. buying a bong. not buying that beat-up old gibson hummingbird. letting too many people back in when i shouldn't have. all those years spent frozen by fear instead of swallowing the thick mess of it and speaking what was in my heart. trying too hard. not trying hard enough. letting too many dreams exist as only whispers of themselves after waking. failing to find you in a stairwell when we both slept under the same spritz of stars and time was not yet such a wilful, unwieldy thing. 260907 ... ovenbird All that striving. Listening to the ones who told me to fly far from home. Not asking my grandparents more questions. Becoming migratory. Not sending a birthday card. Abandoning the arc of my own story. Letting him touch me. Throwing away my yearbooks. Not writing more things down. Wasting so much time thinking I needed to be on a diet. Not recognizing you the day we stood on the street corner, singing show-tunes, with smoking cap guns in our hands. 260908 what's it to you? who go blather from