A Life Full of Love is a Life to be Loved

Everything. I love that I lean down to turn a penny heads up

at the same time the sniper shoots.

And that I’d greet a fallen piano,

crashing inches away from my bee-bopping body,

with a short look and a long smirk.

I love that I see the beauty in everything. Sadness especially.

That if I really took the time and thought, I could spell especially in one go; which is an especially hard word to spell.

Which Wich? No, thanks. I’m full.

That I don’t have a requirement of hoity toity restaurants.

That I can still enjoy them if I wish.

That a lack of entitlement is the key to happiness.

That I’ve learned lessons and I have lessons to learn.

I love my life because it’s malleable.

I am the sculptor and the sculpture.