in another universe there is more money in
my savings account than in my checking. i’m
full of fruit and fruitfulness and there is sun
shining straight out of my chest. the plants
water themselves – and then they water me,
whispering positive affirmations, reassuring
my heart that it can keep beating. full of love
for myself is a state in which i’d like to exist.

i’ve been the one to pick myself up off
the ground far too many times. i’m tired.
it’s beyond time for it to be someone
else’s job.

in this universe, this one right here, i button
my jeans, pulling my sneakers over the backs
of my heels, and i leave you behind. you keep
part of me, too, but i don’t need her anymore.

in another universe you love me back and
i don’t even have to say pretty please.