there is one hour
left to this
seemingly endless
year.
i am drinking with
the cat,
our loneliness
doesn't sadden me.
aging is a process,
i find,
best spent in solitude,
a time to ruminate
on the decisions
made in oblivious youth,
how the embarrassment never
ceases,
it just gets replaced.
i realized
six months in
that i completed
nothing for a
total of two years.
in another six months,
i've tightened my waist
strengthened my mind
tamed my tongue
flexed my sexuality and
lead with my head and shoulders.
so
here's to another year
and not questioning
what's next.
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