Puberty 2

Like Mitski,
I am Your Best American Girl,
crying in front of the washing machine
from a parsec away.

A New Career in a New Town,
But realizing that there’s
no real way to retire from sad
next to the burnt pages of unwritten memoirs.

Resonance
from the roots peaking out of the sidewalk
and the snow dusting the sourdough,
chills running down my back like a sea breeze.

Immunity
is still a far off concept a dream from the land of Nod,
but I am a new woman and one day
I won’t give a damn about the 405