Being adult’s the kind of thing you slip into–
Not like a new pair of socks.
Those are comfortable. Safe. Warm. Made of wool.
We’re all mad here. Hosting parties with glass mugs and silverware bought from homes
We laugh about taxes and dental appointments that our mom did not make for us.
Someone sports a ring and the conversation does not revolve around quidditch
but dates and vendors.
Who got their nails done?
My latest achievement was a year end review. What the fuck is that?
The boasts and brag and fine china
Showcasing our tastes and
Positions when our bodies’
Language presents a fact that we’re
Nervously walking around sipping wine.