It’s you and me,
we’re only three.
And we build blanket forts
that aren’t blanket forts,
but goddamn castles.
Castles of the finest stone
covered in the greenest vines.
It’s the best goddamn castle ever.
We are the princesses.
We are whoever were want to be
because princesses make the rules.
It doesn’t matter that our castle will be destructed
when mom tells us to go to bed.
We can make a new castle,
a castle that will be better
than yesterdays goddamn castle.
Now its just me,
I’m twenty-three.
There are blankets on my bed,
they’re just goddamn blankets.
I don’t know when blankets started being blankets
and that game called Life,
when did that go from a rainbow spinner and tiny plastic cars
to a bill in the mail to pay for my rental car?
People tell us that blankets
cannot make castles
and Life isn’t a board game
but something that we always have to do,
and eventually we listen.
But I think we were right
when we thought that blankets
could be goddamn castles.
Oh dear me,
when I’m eighty-three,
don’t forget that life
can too be a game.
Because were here to have fun,
not just pay bills on fancy cars.
But most important at eighty-three,
is to not forget that blankets
can too be castles.
The best goddamn castles in the world.
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