you are not
in fact
a dream
you are real
you are here
you exist
your gums have tooth buds
your bones are hardening
your ears can hear
your tiny body pumps blood
and your heart beats
your heart beats
your heart beats
i’m just afraid to say that out loud…
once i admit that it beats,
i admit that it can stop beating
i guess sometimes you just have to walk out the door
and hope that there’s not a bus
