on, Good

Maybe it was the sticker a good friend sent, with a picture of dr. dre, saying, "you don't like how i'm livin' well fuck you," sent as a symbol for the kind of attitude he believes I should inherit, that made today good. Or a perfect combination of chemical configurations, or the exact middle day in an endless cycle of menstruation - but today was good. I had dreams, slept in, awoke with a start, looked at christmas trees, felt a sort of sadness over them, spoke about important things that seemed to go places instead of dead-ending, looked at sequins galore at an awesome vintage shop where I overheard the owner speak about an upcoming Sagittarius Ball for all the sags out there, where everyone would have to dress up in sequins & gowns!, took & passed a bus driving test, had good jokes to say to the bus driver tester, made my head coach laugh, could see and articulate the things the basketball team needs, was asked about marriage as if someone felt I was mature enough to consider it, felt like writing a poem, ate a delicious salad, took a very hot shower, have a manuscript to edit, and going through all the good things in my head, I am thankful to be at least, on this day, in this moment, happy. I mean, at the tree farm I tried petting this little rodent dog & it growled and started chasing me, so I began to taunt it, running in circles & circles, laughing at the little freak instead of put-off that it was an asshole. I mean, come on, I even did circles in the shower. Who is this she? I thank Adam.

-On this Eve