Today I am boiled jugs and playlists.
I wear “On Leave, B*tches!” clothes with glittery camo socks.
I snack on Mainland© Creamy Brie and flashbacks of last night’s nakedness…
I stay in that moment.
Scenes of sweat-stuck sheets.
Traces of tassels that tease through the track lines of my tender places.
Today I am topped up Whiskas©
I am 30-gram Holiday© Reds on a damp deck.
I am cheap sunglasses and Olay©,
(Which I remember way back when being “Oil of Ulan©” and thinking my Mum would soon transform into that goddess on TV, all milk-bathed, glamour and draped jewellery…)
This afternoon I am attempting
I unwind to find that space I discovered yesterday,
That place reminding me to
“Be an adult!”
(Ugh, Boo to this place, it’s riddled with chores.)
Today I am looking for tampons in drawers,
Retrieving hair ties from floors,
Leaving Instant Kiwi© scratchy bits pressed into pages of new notebooks.
I took some time today to do
…not a heck of a lot,
I think I got plenty from it.