bumblebea

five years spent practicing, learning, building community around myself, so beautiful

here on the mats, ponytail swinging, laughter,

saturdays from nine to ten-thirty, then eight to ten-thirty,

i befriended the monster today.

i didn't know that he was considered a monster,

most monsters are in storybooks,

they're big and hairy.

I have a big mirror in my room

It stretches the length of me

Showing everything

Every morning I stand

Right in front of it

I see all my flaws

I see everything

That isn't perfect

Searing, frying, sautéing,
wiping sweat off my forehead,
crying because of onions
the things I do for a boy.
I hope he likes it.
The doorbell rings.
The door opens, he stands with a bouquet in his hands.