i quite like myself
    slouched over a television with a broken remote,
    pale skin alive with glowing colours 
    at 3:33 in the morning

    i think i am at my best
    when i am hovered
    over the kitchen sink just after dark
    running hot water
    over my raw fingers

    i feel great
    when i am sprawled across my bed
    crying before i even wake up
    sun pushing, unwanted,
    through a dirty window

    i am very happy with who i am
    i say aloud in the car
    all alone
    while i consider driving into a tree

    i am very happy with who i am 

 flowerette.