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I like myself today.
(Everyday?)
I tend to my well being. I tend to my face.
I hit snooze for 30 minutes and the first time it feels like my beds not even warmed up yet. Sleeping solo chilled.
Rapid readying; time to write? Unheard of.
Paul simon croons to me, makes it okay.
Life is full of delights.
A kalaidescope and child’s eyes.
A perfect hat for warm and sun and rain.
A poster (that won’t uncurl).
A candle molded into beauty.
Tea! Tea! The tea sings.
I delight in the bus.
I delight in the rain.
I delight in walking.
My delight on waking was delayed. I feel it now. Keeping company with the dark morning.
I paint my face to mold the day a different way.
I delight in my clothes. Soft, warm, braless, colors made for me.
I delight in my shoes, still existing on my feet, their days numbered.
I delight in my body.
The sleepy lines lingering around my eyes.
An absence of pain.
Fingers, responding as they should.
My butt for sitting; perfect.
My legs and ankles bend under me how I ask them to, folded compliantly, not uncomfortable.
I delight in this space.
Private.
Completely mine.
Greedy for it.
Grateful for it.
With phantoms of those I love around me. The presence of a memory.
And now I’ve remembered to brush my teeth. That oral massage, bristles on gums, fresh, fresh, clean.
Just.
Enough.
Time.
Before.
The.
Bus.
I delight in this mind.
All the gratitude.
May I someday find everything I need there.
(Everyday?)
I tend to my well being. I tend to my face.
I hit snooze for 30 minutes and the first time it feels like my beds not even warmed up yet. Sleeping solo chilled.
Rapid readying; time to write? Unheard of.
Paul simon croons to me, makes it okay.
Life is full of delights.
A kalaidescope and child’s eyes.
A perfect hat for warm and sun and rain.
A poster (that won’t uncurl).
A candle molded into beauty.
Tea! Tea! The tea sings.
I delight in the bus.
I delight in the rain.
I delight in walking.
My delight on waking was delayed. I feel it now. Keeping company with the dark morning.
I paint my face to mold the day a different way.
I delight in my clothes. Soft, warm, braless, colors made for me.
I delight in my shoes, still existing on my feet, their days numbered.
I delight in my body.
The sleepy lines lingering around my eyes.
An absence of pain.
Fingers, responding as they should.
My butt for sitting; perfect.
My legs and ankles bend under me how I ask them to, folded compliantly, not uncomfortable.
I delight in this space.
Private.
Completely mine.
Greedy for it.
Grateful for it.
With phantoms of those I love around me. The presence of a memory.
And now I’ve remembered to brush my teeth. That oral massage, bristles on gums, fresh, fresh, clean.
Just.
Enough.
Time.
Before.
The.
Bus.
I delight in this mind.
All the gratitude.
May I someday find everything I need there.