poetically raw

Standard

No dress code for the unexpected.

No resume for grace.

I showed up in a borrowed body, still unsure of what I’m worthy of.

And there I was — under crystal chandeliers, gold frames, a reflection I barely recognized.

I sent in a postcard. That’s all.

The universe sent back a yes.

📍Mar-a-Lago, 11.13.23

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