by Evanna Tjung
They told me growing up
would feel like fireworks
or at least a montage
with good lighting.
Instead, I got
Google Calendar reminders
and a sudden emotional attachment
to laundry detergent brands.
I am becoming an adult
in small terrifying increments
like remembering to drink water
and not crying in public (success rate: improving)
Somewhere between
childhood and taxes
I lost the instruction manual
but gained anxiety with premium features.
I stand here
emotionally undercooked
but technically older
so I guess that counts.
Art courtesy of Fahran’s Studio, Los Angeles
About the Author
Evanna is already planning her future while still forgetting her backpack, writing with restless energy as she collects dreams and dramatic life lessons along the way.