Double Espresso. They tell you all about
the terrible twos.
The crying and questioning of everything
the restlessness, the crazy outbursts,
all that defiance, my Lord.
But
do they tell you about the terrible thirties?
They are the same
only with an extra pinch of desperation,
something that resembles Catholic guilt
even if you're not one,
and an all-around feeling that
you saw the entire world naked
at once.
