That ottoman's got me coming
Brown vinyl looks so good with the golden pillow and the oatmeal chair
I don't think we should get up before 8
Eating dried mango on the gray couch with Hanna
Later this morning we'll go to the farm
Everything is a made up construct that doesn't actually mean anything
Talking the truth is hard
I don't feel complicated about whether it's good or bad or neutral
Everything is all of it
Biking the perimeter of the golf course
Trail running alone
Talking in the dark
Wanting that blue reading chair so badly
I don't know if I'm allowed to have anything nice
For so long it wasn't a question
Living out of tents, mousey cabins, then the trunk of my car and a couch in a falling-down house
So many small spaces
I bought a house
Every penny I worked for it
It's golden alright
The work before me is learning what it takes to give myself permission to buy the blue chair
More than a year now of yearning
More than a decade of yearning
Have I always been yearning
The horse raises its head on thick chocolate neck and whinnies
I have to accept that life has changed me
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