A poem on being goddamn here for it. Here for my belly, here for my cat and my ridiculous g-string tan line, here for my choices, here for my night routine, here for nourishment, here for trusting the process and using love island as therapy, here for putting on weight and enjoying it, here for sitting in the sun when I’m run down while I eat pho and blowing my nose at the same time, here for learning to be alone again naturally, here for the veil to be lifted, here for trying something new, here for being thankful for what I have, here for drunk tarot at 1:30am, here for all the flowers winking at me in the garden, horny little devils. 😈 Honestly, here for it. What you here for? Honest answers only.