First off,
stop worrying that
you’re too fat.
You aren’t.
Remember
that most things your parents
are going to tell you
have been rinsed in fear:
they just don’t want you
to live like they had to.
When they tell you
forget about the music,
don’t try to be a comedian,
they’re not trying
to discourage you,
they’re just scared
you’re going to be
homeless,
living in a car.
But here’s a little secret:
like so many grown-ups
in this world,
they mean well,
but they’re wrong.
I see your creative spark,
your recessive gene of madness
and no,
I don’t think
you don’t talk too much.
You crack me up.
To be who you really are,
sometimes
you’ll have to be
against the wall
and alone.
It’s perfectly fine
that you’d rather
stay inside and read
and listen to Beatles records
than go outside
and play football.
Don’t let people
who are afraid to sing
keep you from singing
and writing your song.
Don’t work too hard
to fit into this world:
be yourself
and make the world
come around to you.
It’s not always
going to be this
gray and flavorless.
Remember
those roses
Mom planted
out back?
Well,
those didn’t bloom
overnight,
and neither will
Moskowitz, circa 1965
