Forty One

If I was six

I could freeze today

without the bad bit.

(You know, the bad bit).

Well, if I could freeze it, I would.

If I was six then I could freeze yesterday.

(Without the fight.)

And if I could freeze it,

I would.

If I was six then the good bits of last week

could be put in a freezer,

kept fresh for next week.

I'd put them in a freezer.

I'd save them for later.

If was six, I could've frozen last year

(minus the bloodshed)

I'd have been buying big freezers

to hold last year in.

Holding on to that good, good stuff

If I could freeze me then

I'd be six.

You'd still love me

but not fear or hate me.

I wish I was something else.

Then we could love without worrying …

if I was six …