5/3/2026 (c)
I did not think I’d live this long,
to see my shadow and self
fully aligned—
both anxious,
still speaking harshly—
in agreement.
I am rich with time
not angling god to give me more.
Behind me are dead monsters—
Minotaurs, idealized boyfriends,
sadistic bosses.
I did not think
it would feel this luxurious.
