in my time
i make my room smell pretty
incense and candles and sage
i clean
i make my bed and i put away my sketchbooks
in my time
i get high
i disappear from myself for a little bit
i write in my journal
pages and pages about boys
i rest
i close my eyes and dream of italy
in my time
i create, i make music
i draw and paint until my hand cramps up
canvas and paper and walls of color
i imagine
a world dominated by peace and equality
and i put that shit down in pen
in my time
i dress up
i pretend i’m barbie and i try on different outfits
i pour makeup down my face and tear my hair out
i have a solo fashion show, stuffed animals an audience
in my time
i think, and think
i romanticize tragic things i’ve gone through and i create new scenarios
i believe myself more confident and beautiful and intelligent
it’s my time
and i have so much of it