I have it all together
I think in seconds of bravado
When I can point to the apps that track
Books and breaths and runs
Then, I find a cheerio in my bed
And just throw it out and onto the floor
I haven’t picked it up yet
Then, I wander the aisles of the grocery
Searching for contact solution
And just give up and go home
To eat off-brand Eggos for dinner
Then, my chest tightens at rejection from a stranger
When it’s just online recruiting, part of the job
I light a candle and get in bed early
Because I can’t decide what to do with myself
I start a movie and turn it off
I take a sip of a beer and then pour it down the sink
Open sparkling water instead, black cherry, off-brand
This, maybe, is progress
Not a mess, but some nights I’m less all together
A little of a mess, the cheerio is still of the floor
It’s probably not the only one
But I can have a good life
While being the woman who eats cereal in bed