It was a long ass day,
which started last night when I went with my friend
Theresa to put her paintings up at the restaurant.
I led 6am yoga class and it poured rain outside the whole time.
While closing the door to my backpack in the front seat,
I smoked my forehead on the frame.
Like, it’s still tender.
I went to work at 1oam
and came home to this at 10pm ::
I’m not sure if anything was real in-between.
Except those bits of unconditional love.
God I hope those are real.