WILD CHILD

I was a wild child.

I climbed cabinets,

threw, for no reason,

jade ashtrays into

fireplaces, and when I was told
“no” it clearly meant go 

to the knife drawer,

which I did with

utter abandon.

I was fearless then.

What I would give

to know that boy

now. To have what

he had. And to live

in a world where

opposition was nothing

more than an invitation
to do the unexpected.