I’ve had a bad year? Either you’re a blanket liar
or I am.
Or I am. Which is it? Did we win yet?
I think this is only the beginning
of our rose-tinted past.
Time’s a fairly optimistic look I want to resolve.
Wait. Cancel your logout.
I think this is only the pink beginning
of beginnings. I feel a new year’s
resolution: an evolved torso and a
soak before lunch.
I light up the airplane coming to get me.
