The Last

The Last 

has no idea it is just that.

it exists independently of its 

inevitability 

when was

the last time i rode a bike with training wheels 

or time i watched disney channel

what color was the last otter pop i cut open

or doll i played with

when did juice become coffee

and play become life 

when was my last vocab test, or time i slept with a stuffy

when did play makeup turn to mascara, 

and crushes become real outside the playground 

i can’t remember and it kills me 

But the beauty of it all is being

so unaware of the last time you experience 

niche nooks in life and it’s offerings

treat every first like your last; 

and every last like your first.

Emma Shina — April 13th, 2022