This is an ode to everyone neither here
nor there. This is an ode to indecisiveness,
To every high schooler stuck between two
cliques, one foot in each comfort zone, head
Hung, equal parts literature nerd and
Wannabe prom queen, hands raised, equal parts kosher salt and
Cumin, feet tapping, equal parts Asian and
American, eyes raised and glaring
Here’s an ode for every crisis, every
Piercing bout of loneliness, every
Moment of recovery, the equal and opposite
Force of joy, the unexplained sense of emptiness
Despite every objective standard that dictates
For you to be a Happy Person.
Here’s an ode to the gray area that covers the tabletop of your
Identity and spills over to your friendships.
Like December 27th. Christmas passed and
Deflated, a New Year just about to come,
Never quite coming.
Here’s an ode to that year that never comes.
An ode to the success you never quite reach,
The family name you never quite live up to,
That part of yourself you never quite learn to love,
An ode to every incomplete hobby and mediocre talent,
Because they, too, deserve celebration.
Here’s an ode to being half-baked, and choosing to remain that way.
We are emerging from the mold,
No, we are not fully formed,
We are dancing in the mist of our uncertain sighs,
Awkward limbs and cheap lipstick and all.