edit: mum found out about the belly piercing and admitted it looked quite good
Tap
tap
tap
at our own rhythm we do that
am I losing it? I put the A in the wrong
box for the second time, now grey tiles align
this thing is meant to be a don’t forget things device,
at least to me, you
are you okay with me? I don’t know
because you didn’t pick up my call, you were busy doing things
is it okay that I can’t sleep
because I drunk last night, a nifty sliver out of your
account at the end of the month, it wasn’t even
good wine, not that I know what that is
your daughter drunk, somewhere you’ve never been before, not
in this life, at nearly shyly fifty,
is it okay that I put a blue crystal in my belly button?
a little sparkly
and poked holes in the bones of my ears, the ones that are hollow,
nothing ever stays between them, at least not in ways that count,
not for you,
is it okay that I met a boy last week, and we went to the park
and looked at the sky for a bit, and the grass, and lay in it,
I’m not a child, it was someone I never planned for you to meet,
is it okay that I like things rough, in every way you are
refined, and clean, and sane? and every way I haven’t
lived yet? I’m not reaching too high, I’m only trying to
act my age
is it okay, that self-preservation in your mind’s sea isn’t the pearl of my
oyster? is it okay that I like to take things that
aren’t mine, just for kicks, adorn my neck in loot?
but I like to still try to be more principled than you, or at
least feel that way? is it okay that I’m onto something
new every day, because I’m young, and the idea of stagnancy is as
calming as eating the same jacket potatoes with beans every lunch?
is it okay?
