My Morning of Dancing in the Rain

I felt pretty this morning, and

Danced around the room to

Girls Just Want to Have Fun

In my skirt and polo, and

Tried to brush my hair while still

Using it as a microphone,

Brushing the stars

Across my eyelids and

Chapstick onto my lips,

Thanking the universe for

My perfect little morning

As I walked around in my

Darn Tough socks, smiling

With my teeth

At no one in particular,

Rereading one of my favorite books

While eating granola, sitting

In my favorite armchair

With my feet tucked up beside me;

I felt pretty this morning, even though

There was acne on my forehead, and

Even though it was raining, I

Rode my bike to school

In all of its turquoise-and-pink glory

And kept on dancing,

Wind rushing past my face and

Already composing this poem

In my head,

Even though it’s kind of

Just a ramble;

I think, though,

That some mornings simply deserve

Such a poetically messy ramble.