I call earrings on ode to my creation.
I will shout short hair as an identity.
Only in the moonlight,
Did this priority become evident:
The desire to be selfish.
Looking in for the sole purpose of being internal.
Too long an external.
And long fingers.
A nose and a
Tilt of the head.
I call this one internal reflection:
Remembering that life isn’t selfless.
I thrive in my head and heart
And bone and gut.
Before reaching out to objects locked in gold and