I wake up and the piercing / light of dawn drives an arrowhead
through my eye / I shy away from the sun / and its blond-haired
violence / still, I made a new year’s resolution / and I’m big on keeping
promises so I’d better make good on this one / take the ten-minute
detour down the hill / substitute the chocolate croissant with a morning
bun / the citrus on my breath leaks warmth into the wind / I pretend I’m
a dragon with smoker’s lungs / the way my brother pretends to control
the weather / he claims tomorrow will be the perfect fake-spring / called
me to say I can leave my brother at home / how to describe the art of
optimism / the act of it like sinking teeth / into the sun and hoping for
sugar / this morning / I am growing stars on my skin / like glittering
crosshairs and trying to imagine they are glowing / I go to war on
Monday mornings / workouts where the Lululemon-wearing lady asks
me to smell the roses / over the sound of my muscles ripping
themselves apart / optimism / I am learning / is a little like this all the
time / where I macerate my days in their own sweat-salted acid / in
order to grow them back again / but sweeter
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