Life’s a journey.
Are you the traveler or a bystander?
Read the quote on a nosey poster
that hugged annoyingly one of the walls
of my newly rented apartment
and quickly into 20 pieces I had it torn.
Taking off my two-cups-too-small a bra,
jiggled my feet out those stuffy knockoffs
that I so love and hate – not enough,
Butt naked, lighting another cigarette
I’m thinking of take-out less, more you,
À la nu, my pecan colored dessert.
Endings of us has always been a start
Of another sweet-bitter loop, so text me
Like ol’ times, say you’re coming to make