I love that moment when you open up the blinds
and a light shines through.
I love
applying coats of lipstick
hearing crickets in the city
watching Christmas commercials.
(some days are meant to be spoken in photos)
there’s dirt on the mirror but it looks like dust in the air
I’m a broken-loving,
flower-pressing,
cruciverbalist,
and
even though yesterday, I thought that I had allergies
today,
I feel
free.
