la introducción

I'm writing from atop something tall

and wondering why I always seem to know about

things I shouldn't.

Like, my parents' divorce, for example.

I'm not all that upset.

My dad's kind of a wanker.

I'm just a little surprised it took so long for my mother to figure that out.

I think I knew from the womb, when he wouldn't put his hand on her belly.

I felt his distaste for me before I even left my mom's stomach.

Maybe that's why I left a week late,

because I didn't want to know what would happen

without my cage protecting me.

I still don't, but here's to trying.

Here's to trying for a release from this cage.

Here's to being terrified of freedom,

but longing for it.

Here's to the sounds of ukeleles on the streets of Paris,

which is another thing I'm not supposed to know about,

but I do anyway.