mine!ss

It’s 12:32 am and I’m wrestling clean and beautiful sheet onto my queen sized mattress. My favorite ring, my rupee ring is stuck on my left middle finger and I’m thinking of you. 

You. 

I can’t find a hair tie, and there’s a knot in my chest. I think about you and I worry my bottom lip with my teeth. Then attempt to tame my hair. 

I doubt all of what others believe in love. I lay in bed and move my legs in tandem and alone. I’m trying to find a place that feels right. 

I want to feel right, day and night and night and day. 

I rub across my eyes with a closed fist and I think of the mascara that rubs off on my hand. It’s dark and I can’t see anything but the vague outlines of my life. 

I think of you. My tongue is bitter under the toothpaste I use every night. I think of your hands. 

I roll over and try to close my eyes. I think of tomorrow, or a week from now. 

I think about all the yesterdays. 

I think of me. 

I think of me and I smile. 

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