You Can’t Go Back

Photo by Rachel B. Baxter.

We are growing up and out of
The molds we worked so hard
To cram ourselves in -

The indie bands and faded jeans,
The wrist bands and penny pitchers…

We sprung twenty bucks for the T-shirt
That we refused to wear.

I think we might be sore from
All the forcing and fitting,
All the irony it hurt to laugh about.

Our smiles now have qualifiers.

It’s true when they tell you
you can’t go back.

Originally published in 25 & Other Lies.

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