Twenty-two

I am twenty-two
bottles of champagne,
and twenty-two
rounds of Auld Lang Syne.
Twenty-two kisses,
and twenty plus two
lists of improvements.
I am twenty-two sailor knots tied
in an empty stomach.
Twenty-two firework cannons
and twenty-two favorite songs,
twenty-two coins tossed
in fountain wishes,
twenty-two photo albums
twenty-two pages long.
I am twenty-two proverbs
schizophrenic, charged,
and listless.
I am twenty-two
swallows, towell dried,
of nothing, swinging on the oily hinge
of twenty-three,
a year in question.

posted by Cameron Lawrence at 23:35