When I Grow Up I Want to Be a List of Further Possibilities

by Chen Chen

No one had the time & our solution to it was to buy shinier watches.

I am making my loneliness small. So small it fits on a postcard a baby rabbit could eat.

Maybe the centipede in the cellar knows with its many disgusting legs why I am sad. No one else does. I want to be a sweetheart in every moment, full of goats & xylophones, as charming as a hill with a small village on it. I want to be a village full of sweethearts,

I’m envious of the clouds who can from time to time fall completely apart & everyone just says, It’s raining, & someone might even bring cats & dogs into it, no one says, Stop being so dramatic or You should see a professional.

Don’t be a stranger, but be strange. Come by often for a cup of tea, in all your unbridled unknowability.

It keeps your rage room temperature.

I’ve been thinking about how the world is actually unbearable.