Seventeen

I can do a lot of things in the next year. 
I can run away from home,
I can eat someone else's ice cream
I can, theoretically,
be arrested or sue someone for child abuse,
I could be called a child. 
You see, I am seventeen,
so I can be called a child. 
I can end my sentences with prepositions
or write ones like the following.
But.
I don't think I will.  I like a home, and a half-full ice cream box,
I like my skin and my poems and
being seventeen.


-Citron