Do not talk to me about moderation
I have packed it away with my sweaters and gloves
Don't preach to me about taking things slow and
letting things take their course
It is almost May and the days are stretching out,
the streetlights don't start humming until eight
There will be time for adult conversations in the fall
I promise to be reasonable and patient by then
but
now it is Spring and I am
untethered
so I will say what I want