First Push

It's beautiful outside.
I want to go out.
Go buy spring clothes.
Be skinny 
so I look good in them.


I want to read a lot of books
right now, in this instant
I want to read all of them.


I want to write.
I really do, 
this is what I do,
what I know how to do.


And I stayed up real
late last night
and wrote  piece of 
prose, and it isn't 
very good at all,
but I think it says a lot.


I want to stay out 
super late and drive around
and walk around
and be rambunctious teenagers.
Watch the stars
because they're beautiful.


I want to figure a lot of things out.
I don't want to do my homework.
I probably won't.
(For today at least.)


I want to make a lot of things.
Poems and prose and films
and music. 


There's so much
I don't know where to start.