a new book
a new chapter
a new look
a whole lot better—
these things she wishes desperately.
for what, i think, a better version to be?
that resolution is so old, so unmade
that in a prick of a finger, it could fade.
how do i know this, she wonder
i whispered to her, does it matter?
this year would be no different from last year.
you have to remember that, my dear.
for you are me
and i am you.
i've been there
all along too.
