I am born tomorrow
and was new again, a wish
for someone better
— or as good –
But at least for something new.

I was stale once
twice
often even but
Now
I am nubile
Twelve years old
With squeaky voice
(Gee it’s nice to know it all once again):

This time I’ll be even better at
being new
because
I’ve had so much practice at it.
Like returning to a favorite restaurant and not needing the menu.
Smooth and professional.
A professional child.