in the hours of the early morning, london december 2021
I dig my fingers into my own bedsheets
I knead the dough and then roll it out an hour later.
When five people are crowded around a chessboard I fall asleep at 10am and
wake up
to a person in Love.
Next week I’ll take myself out on a date and feel safe;
The way food tastes when I make it for my best friend,
The way sleep feels when you’re sweetly falling.
of an even earlier morning (I do not change), boston december 2022
Glasses smudged everytime
Hungry and just a little bit unraveled,
With so much love this time around
I am Full.
I like to keep my pockets empty so I can fill them with useless things,
Heart racing to fall asleep softly
With a pleased smile on my face
I am proud of the words I am able to speak out loud.
kjr
(A call and response poem about the romancing of the precious everyday and its pastimes. Illustrated by Tara and Katie.)