The little girl with hair like mushrooms,

Playing pretend with the wind in my hair,

Do you remember

The cats blossoming like dandelions?

Which we only found out to be mimosa flowers

when the void deck is

dimmer . . .

less big.

taste as good anymore, i

wish i was younger

the greasy flooring

and happy meals with mummy

i was lovin’ it

now i am older

and it’s all unhappy now

i want to love it

how can i love the taste of change?