even on the foggiest of days
i’ve been feeling so okay
cleansing water
a *** of coffee
the dreaded carb
a journey all the way uptown to frolic
cartwheels across the great lawn
all on my own
but it doesn’t feel like before
no clouds
heavy and grey
for as far as i can see
no boxes and no locks
i thread my fingers through the grass and we’re the same
inhale strawberries and bright blue
exhale luscious green
my outline glows
thought i needed hands
but i figured it out
well enough
well enough
i’m different now