Perfectly Imperfect Me

i’m sick of thinking “in a month”

or pushing my plans and dreams further up the calendar

because i am so deathly afraid i will wake up

in a city that doesn’t know my name

living with a man who didn’t try to know my wildness

but simply put it inside of a cage

with friends who can’t smell the poetry on my breath

and living my days without finding beauty in fingers

and windows

~ i have started a rebellion against myself today as i pack a salad and buy running shorts