We won’t remember when faking it was rewarded
We’ll just remember that cornfield,
Lemon sherbet drizzled over ice; the day we forgot to care
Saying 'I love you' without reservation
No hurting in secret
No playing it cool
We won’t remember choosing BBLs
over kindness; bodies over minds
An era of vacancy and situationships
and TikTok porn; deficits, distractions,
Black Mirror 'happiness'
One day, we won’t remember.
We’ll sit in that cornfield, fresh faced
And play chess
We’ll leave our phones at home
We’ll unlearn it
We’ll renounce hard sugar and Instagram likes
and simply crave the validation of a stranger’s smile.
Words & image by @hteettar