What I used to be
/
holding the year under my arm like a package, unabashed
hail a ride to the after-life
spiritbaby mama
even the sundance kid
would find it hard
to shoot his way out
of this hole I’m in
I did it
pockmarked and steely
more wily than the sundance kid
I’ve chosen my own adventure ending
(minus the andean town)
shot my way out
productive aggression
scraping, climbing, hungry
unapologetic entitlement
the soundtrack of becoming a reasonable facsimile again
We all have those songs, lyrics, melodies that help us to summon our babies. Let’s never mind those for now. What music reminds you to summon yourself—out of hiding, back into light? Tell us about it, and why: beat, memories, lyrics. If you write about it, share the link. Let's pass our past and future selves around.