The hopes I had for the end of June
were to be content with my life
and the gray area surrounding my existence
being neither employed nor in school
while accepting what has happened to me the past seventeen years
and eventually what will for roughly the next seventy.
What I’ve learned the past month since graduation is that
it’s my turn to be an adult
with complex emotions and intrusive thoughts.
If I were a man, I’d probably have a five o’ clock shadow.
That’s all from me, folks.