prozac

my mom picked out

my Sunday school outfit,

lining each item perfectly in a row.

bubble gum pink dresses

with a matching bow.

she did this until I decided it

was time,

to choose my own direction:

ripped jeans, a loose tee —

what am I doing?

I don't listen to Sublime.

then suddenly I'm driving,

all on my own.

through cities and neighborhoods

totally alone.

because eventually you

have no choice,

but to take on the world.

but don't worry,

you have zoloft

and prozac,

and all the things you learned.

that's enough to survive, right?

learning to travel with zero guiding light?