Poetry

Daydream Song

There’s a short time
when music is just music,
before it’s your coat,
your smudged lipstick,
the way you cradle
all the self-deprecating things I say
and teach them to love themselves,
until I love myself,
and it’s no wonder I
listen to all the you-adjacent songs
on repeat.

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