Kid, they will write on your back,
\nscratch your name on the walls
\nwith your own petrified eyelids.
\nThey told me and they will tell you
\nto climb up and jump down.
\nStares, vague and lifeless,
\nwill be lined up like book backs
\non the shelves of your memory.
\nTerrific dragons will turn to lawnmowers
\nand castles melt before the sun.
\nPush on, push on; the dreaded cry
\nwill become a sharpened knife.
\nRemember your doorways, your shoe size,
\nyour airs. Crouch low in the belly of dreams.
\nAnd always keep reaching.
\nSomeday someone will see your hand.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"