This house we build 

How many lists

Against myself

Will I create

With these hands?

This body

Every 12 months


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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