How many lists
Against myself
Will I create
With these hands?
This body
Every 12 months
Annually
Shows itself
How much it got wrong
How much does anyone really live
Inside the number 12?
I will not hate
I will not punish
I will not compare
I have too too much
To live for
And too few days
Inside the hours
Inside the minutes
Circling the seconds
Waiting for the sun set
This year
I will create lists
Of what I love
I will grow forward
For me
And for you
I will mark every part
Of your body
That you’ve been told to hate
With kisses
And name it my favorite
Until you understand
We only have this
Right now
We will never be this young again
Before we know it
The sun will be setting
Over another year
Anther room
Another list
Of things we’d change
But I love all of you
And I carry you with me
Everywhere I go
Even into that sunrise
Where fantasy is better than reality
I don’t want want anything other than the house we build
Walking together
Naming our favorite spaces
Our favorite secret places
And what we did there.
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