I've gotten very use to
Very good at
The constant flow of
Company
My bed is sorta small
But I live in a luxurious apartment
I cannot afford on my own
At this juncture
Of time.

You can tell
That a gypsy built bridges
Slabs of paint
Covered in found furniture
Photos, poetry
Of the magnificent
Delicate
And fierce life I have lived.

It's in my mismatched clothes
My intentional carefree
And confident will
To be the best and hope
For an uplifting
Angel sigh of relief
And a flexed moment of liberation
Where me and my company
I don't grow hazy
Or too tired to empathize

But I think
I live and will live
Such a full life.