picture this moment:
it’s past midnight
and everyone’s asleep
I’m in the dining room
on the corner chair
the wall behind me
is an olive green
and I’m dressed
in starry-night blue
sweatpants the color
of Van Gogh swirls
and a navy sweatshirt
with a bleached ribcage
I painted when I was 16
my hair’s up in a bun
and my fingers twist
at the loose strands
and comb them behind my ear
–this is my thinking pose
as of late
tonight,
I’m not inspired to write
so I took a picture
instead