A Day

(from my Instagram thread)

The day has been nice so far. Everything is clean. Orderly, crisp, like a folded sheet. I've had my too-strong coffee, cinnamon and vanilla. I feel like myself. Waiting for my daughter to wake up to spend time with her. She's pregnant and sleepy. A hot, lazy Texas day, pregnant with soft promise. Aching to write a poem. To create something lovely out of the soft longing I feel. We'll see what happens.

The only thing wrong with today is I'm out of vape juice. I have a horrible oral fixation. Yes, a hundred bad innuendos can be made of this. When I was younger, I was always sucking my thumb in pictures. I think it helped with the anxiety... When my daughter wakes up I will tell her, "Hello, beautiful." Or, "Hello, gorgeous." I want to remind her she is lovely. Hopefully one day she'll believe it.