I draw a coyote on the postcard,
and send it to Danielle in Jersey.
I google the best burrito near me,
watch Die Hard,
and feel sorry for myself.
I touch my ears
and feel small;
Everything I do is to feel bigger than my little existence.
(The only place I am big
is within love.)
It will probably be a warm day in winter,
but I wanna feel badass and big again,
before the devil tries to steal my blue boots.