texting a poet friend who lives in Paris,
with whom I'd probably fall in love
if she lived next door to me.
had a top-of-my-lungs sing-along
with Taylor this morning
while crying over my blueberry coffee,
just because, just because.
I have never bought in
to the idea of trying,
and self pity rollerskates
through my living's room.
if I can make it out
of this weird rostrum
of ruptured being
then the next round is on me!