There were places I was supposed to be this week.
Instead, I appreciated that my shadow was in front of me.
Living in bear country – a landscape of turn ons and fractured binaries –
I analyzed the world through a post-choice lens
and declared my love for the Datsun 510.
I remembered that 4th of July:
inappropriate miniskirt mixed with a zenith of vodka tonics
followed by a drive home powered by a miracle and freedom.
Reminders of where I used to be frame where I see myself now.
They are the optics that position an erotic that begets joy.