Yesterday I spilled my guts out to an invisible god,
And left him to do the untangling,
Left him to purge me of my spiderweb wrinkles.
I told him to make me young
And rid me of my prejudices.
Lace me with childlike euphoria,
Stitch the canyons in my forehead.
Yesterday I poured my muscles into an all-knowing god,
And left him to do the tweaking,
Left him to strip them off my crevassed bones.
I told him to make me young.
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.