2 mustards

Door to door poetry
My life is a menagerie
Of monotonous moments spent in proximity
To a girl named Kayla P
Who orders door dash from an apartment
That is actually Medical City
And I guess I just wonder what she’s even thinking
Or doing
Or who she’s grieving
To absolutely need 2 sides of New York strip steak and 2 sides of mustard
From the Tokyo house twenty three minutes away

And I spend this drive with a sister
Who I used to feel inferior to
And I still can’t sing around her
Lest I be judged for how I sound
But I’m learning to be loud

In the way I make up meaning
And the way I show up to the room
When my entire identity is on the line
And the time isn’t mine

And I want to put it all online
But it’s also just enough
To be in the car with myself
Driving around town with a whole bag of emotions waiting to be spilled out and covered in Kayla P’s 2 mustard sauces

Maybe I can do hard things


I am doing hard things.