What do u love most about urself?

that ultimately, I do.

at the end of the day, when the sun sets on too many languorous hours, when the sauvignon tells me I’m alone and no one else tells me that's fucking stupid, when this body fails at both its jobs to look good and carry me to trader joes, and canonical disasters become my own to hold, with no faith in the permanence of my wood porch or the future of reality tv, when the water expands every day but I can’t swim, and the bed volunteers as an alternate world with claustrophobic orbit, when everyone melts away faster than chocolate, headspace is a hot commodity, and the only English I still know is not tonight

somehow I zip up my pants, reacquaint my face with my face, and continue to do.