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

by Chen Chen

Aren’t all great love stories, at their core, great mistakes?

I’ve befriended every shade of evening & they cannot recommend me highly enough. I hold degrees in both my hands. In my mouth.

When did I first realize my parents were not infinite? That I could see the end of them? Past their capes & catchphrases?

I admire my horoscope for its conviction. I envy its consistency. Every day. Every day, there is a future to be aggressively vaguer about.