Post Published: January 5, 2023
My bathroom mirror is funhouse
I’m not really that slim
However good I think I look in it
My perceived progress is dashed in a single
Digital photograph
It’s cool though because what I do know is
The size and shape of my insecurity
Can’t cardio that away
Can’t obsessively
To-do list it down
No new age music, or twenty minutes spent
With my eyes darting beneath closed lids
Can erase
The way it’s always been
It’s canon, like.
Tell me what you think before we both die
