I Regret Learning How to Tie Shoes

BY JULIA RADOMISLI

The children who believe anything told to them grow up

to be adults in cubicles with animal calendars. I am one of these.

I fear purchasing a snow globe out of genuine desire,

enjoying the bus, assembling charcuterie. I fear inertias.

I want a wedding but no marriage, cake without contract.

I want to dance in complete adoration

and never think of them again. Take moments

at face value. There are too many walls without my name

scrawled on yet. I never plan to buy a house. My first step to self-acceptance was

knowing I would never taste bacon again.