I used to have this
terrible habit
of falling in love
with strangers
based on fictional
narratives I could
compose in an instant
at the provocation
of a fluttered eyelash
or eye contact held
for way too long
like the whole
Ballad of Airplane Girl
(a story for another time)
and the fact that I
would have my heart
broken
every single day
by strangers whose
voices I'd never know
couldn't seem to deter
me from looking out
at the world hoping for love
without ever looking in
the mirror
to finally love myself
and my own
narrative in all its fractured
glory