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cinnimon shampoo bar
mixed berry soap
pineapple facial cleanse
manly musky cologne

i’m writing
this poem
in a cool shower
as the sun sets
after a few hours
in the sun
by the pool

earlier:
i put together
a shelf
washed the fruit
fell into a nap
clocked some pages
plucked the strings

and tonight?
a bottle of pinot
maybe a few gin and tonics—
friends
games
laughter.

another night in the
procession of privilege
i pretend to have earned.

youth can never predict
the banality and beauty
of days like this.

always expecting so much more,
i wish i would have known
that simple joy
isn’t so hard to achieve
if you stopping running
so hard
in so many
different directions.