but first coffee
and spilled chia seeds
down my shirt
an empty bag of
chocolate covered espresso beans
on my dusty computer desk
with a picture of Love
in a doggy bone frame --I don't know why--
stained with time
mom took a picture of me last
December
writing Christmas cards to
a dozen faces I know
but don't care for
she said --send it to Love--
--you're beautiful--
Love said I was beautiful
too
in an over-sized cotton candy pink
orchestra shirt
so I believed it
now a little too arrogant
daring the massive population
to disapprove of my naked
make-up free face
because Love said I was beautiful
and I believed it