I became the cat, lounging in the windowsill
meditating on the good things in life
and everything smelled like fresh laundry and sunlight
And then I returned and on the good days I cooked for myself
and it was good and I tried to feed everyone I loved.
I changed my sheets every Sunday
and put honey on my toast, across my lips and in my tea
I even put it on my scars and then, on the lenses of my glasses
I giggled out loud and said
“Everything looks so sweet”
I fell in love with everything that passed me
and everything seemed beautiful
I put on ten pounds and my cheeks moved more when I laughed
and it was a good thing.
I sat in the yard in Spring and covered every part of myself in mud
and then laughed when the rain washed me clean