I can't turn the brightness down
It's winter now.

My cat cuddles up next to me
Like a cat in an anime would.

I pinpoint bubbles and styrofoam
Holding fractals of light like a table
The sun shines down as I catch the rays.

I try to talk about it all less and less these days
I've spent so much time worrying and wanting
And tonight I think about the
Girl gangs, squads
Where we would twiddle and twaddle
Forgetting and listening
Very little.

I didn't do my eyebrows back then
My hair starts to grow down the nape of my neck
I'm always worried about dolla bills.

I practice not needing so much
Painting in an array of responsibilities
I whistle and I wait
I whistle and I hope.

I'm not sure what for
But it doesn't really matter does it
Standing in the crowd
Or sitting at the bar
I paid for nothing but ubers last night
Blinking away the dust
Everything is a little different now

And that's just fine
That's just fine.