I explain my gender by saying I am happiest on the road when I'm not here or there, but in between, that yellow line coming down the center of it all… - Andrea Gibson

I will refuse to call it heaven
if the people I love
(who put me through hell)

aren't there.

My last day as My Own Worst Enemy will be December 31st 2020. In my final two weeks I will:
1) Fire my inner critic, or at least demote it to part time
2) Assure my passions have the tools they need to unionize with my actions
3) Sit naked on the photocopy machine so there are one hundred copies of my ass to kiss when I’m gone.

Though I suspect it won’t bode well for acquiring a positive referral letter, it’s important I state that I’m unwilling to train a replacement in this position. It is my suggestion that the job be eliminated altogether, and that no future person take on the task.

I remember the way love
used to glow on my skin
before he made his way in
now every touch feels like a sin