And now you know me.

Devour everything,
never grow up.

One is a trap they tell you when they want you to be more in your nothingness,
a vessel to fill as they choose.
The other is a sharp noise they dig into you when you are overflowing,
hissed between their teeth.

Devour everything because you deserve to lick your fingers, lick the edge of the very world you live in.
Be mindful, be generous, respectful but always carry a knife or in its place a sharp tongue.
Look closely at your people and choose your own tribe, now do as tribes do and watch over them,
carry burdens with many hands and share meals.
Never grow out of sharing, devour anyone who wants to take and take,
and take.
Devour their footsteps with water, devour their memory with fire.

Never compliment someones void, lack of, absence,
but tell them they are beautiful where they are bursting at the seams,
in their art, their smile and how they love.
Have at least three rituals and never tell anyone,
the stone you put in your pillows, the words you say at night or how you always dunk your tea bag 15 times.
Let no one tell you how to love, how to fuck or where to place your mouth unless you ask them to.
Never accept someones hands unless you want them, hug the people who love you often,
close your eyes, bury your nose in their neck, whisper praise and remember why you’re there.

Community means always knocking and saying please.
Apologise because there is no absence to be found in words meant to soothe or heal.
Never apologise for someone else;
You do not wear their snapping teeth, you can clean the bite, but you can’t muzzle someone else’s rabid heart.
And when someone shouts too loudly because they found the world to be a forest of shadows and they are tired of trying to keep be fire burning,
never tell them to grow up.

Never grow up, continue to grow older.
Be amazed, let your friends show you what they look like naked and accept the trenches life digs into your bodies.
Devour each others hearts, slowly, over years, with wine and song and never, never grow up.
It’s a trap, and shout it to your loved ones who are trudging along.
Hold them, give them something small to claim for their own, tell them put it into their mouth or their heart.
Tell them,
tell them it’s not real what they say, you shouldn’t worship your hunger,
and you shouldn’t grow up.


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