Too much siracha on my eggs
It burns my lips when
I drink my coffee
I’m in bliss.
It’s an overcast Saturday
A gooey blue hue leaks
Into my apartment
Through the bay windows
I am the most powerful now
Than I’ve ever been
Before noon is my favorite
Time of the day
It’s when I sweat out
My demons
And fantasize about
My angels
I’m angelic too
My skin is dewy from
Morrocan marula oil
My hair is in a bun, messy
But not in the cute way
I look into my 4×9′ mirror
I am cute enough
I like myself best here
All by myself
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