Bø$$ Lædÿ 214

Do not despise your own place and hour. Every place is under the stars, every place is the center of the world.

Always put on lipstick, even if you don’t leave the house. Donate your spare change to a homeless woman with a dog. Have fries with that shake. Delete your Facebook. Splurge in the grocery store. Leave a tip at the diner. Always wear clean underwear for the paramedics in case a driver smashes you into the street, piñata style. Forget last July when your head was hung somewhere in the city, smoking Newports out a window. Forget wasting your nights. Even though you woke in the afternoon, you learned more in the bird hours than some people do over the course of college degrees. Some people can’t imagine the textbooks you’ve experienced. Stop collaging the sidewalks with cracks you’ve invented. You are the eastbound sunset, the snapshot of a tsunami. Don’t hold onto the worst days when there are colours in the sky yet to be defined. Forget the boy who called you temporary. Forget the folds around his eyes when he winked at you. Don’t feel lonely because he doesn’t call you baby anymore. You are not a baby, you are a grown-ass adult. Capable of assembling IKEA furniture. You know how to fold a fitted sheet. Baby, you wash your dishes by hand.