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When did I grow out of my pseudonym?
at that bed and breakfast in the countryside
of south korea, where these red, plush fruit
were dangling just outside the window
and i plucked one and set it down on the bedspread
while i found a knife and a plate to cut into it
No, that’s when i picked up the name Persimmons.
It’s not significant. I just found I really liked them.
But on that same trip, my boyfriend couldn’t figure out
how to work the heat and i told him i would handle it
We were freezing. Of course, I didn’t know how to handle it
I was in my twenties. But I pressed some buttons
applied some tin foil, adjusted the cords
and it worked, i got us warm-ok, now we’re getting closer
but that wasn’t the moment i grew out of my pseudonym
so maybe it’s this. A room full of people shaking my hand
because they know ive been in their position
refined my expertise on it, and am now
prepared to give lessons on overcoming
or when i realized being full grown means taking care of my partner
and letting him take care of me. Or my inbox full of niceties
and confidentiality and love notes, some of them
advice seeking. and i love everyone
but i also love being alone and reading
and i lost my taste for poison
So how did i outgrow my pseudonym?
my days are sectioned off into squares
with to do lists on them and food
for the taking and i am more than ok
with everything that’s happening
How could i not be?
I penciled this in
I was on the cheerleading squad-
No, you weren’t.
Ok, so I wasn’t. Once, I was
under the bridge in the field
smoking pot, and I thought
I heard a cow in terrible pain-
Did you say anything?
No, because I didn’t want
the guys to know
it was my first time
and i didn’t know
if the screaming cow
was in my head or not.
Did you see it?
Yeah, I said I was going to pee
and I climbed up the hill
then I saw two hoofs
sticking out of her
and she was screaming
and there was
a hell of a lot of blood.
Did you say anything?
No, I went back down
and smoked more pot.
It was strange; no one said
anything at all.