i am a queen
i don’t hate my thighs, i love them.
i don’t like cardigans, i hate them.
the smells of peanut butter & diesel & subway bread arouse me. maybe it’s something to do with pavlov?
in psych 101 i learned about pavlov and that lesson has stuck.
it has stuck and so have you. so has this incense burning, mating with the fibers of my favorite tank top, mixing with green weather and weekend.