193/365: We're Okay Here
We're okay here,
lying in the dim light our window lets in
when the rain is heavy
and the morning's weak.
We lie here and sigh
and try not to think too hard
about the hard work of living,
those thousand hundred mundane things
that keep us breathing and presentable.
Some days you put a half-hearted fist in the air and say
fuck good breath and hair that sits right
and just let yourself smell good and animal
while you eat ice cream for breakfast.
Today isn't one of those days, though.
The rain's got us slow,
but we're still here.
It's just not one of those days.
I am writing one poem every day in 2016, and I am using the hashtag #365poems to document my progress.