happy,

even though i just got an email from my old roommate about rent that i don't owe.

happy even though thanksgiving is next week and i have to call my cousins who are going to make me feel completely uncomfortable.

happy even though i don't have any potential sex partners on the horizon, and i need some.

happy, even though arriving at the 125th street ACBD station means thinking about him, and how that used to be our station, and how he's probably always in it with someone else now.

happy, because i deserve to be.

more audre--

quiet.....love hangs
in the door of my house
a sheet of brick-caught silk
rent in the sun.

~audre lorde, "echo"