Today

Full of hormones and some pain.
Not hungry, not on a diet.
Eyes still brown.
Some money saved and a nagging urge to shop.
Long hair; no style.
Skin in need of lotion and kisses.
A lonely neck, a lonely back,
Two legs with nothing to keep them occupied.
A mind filled with made up words;
A mind filled with made up feelings.
A bloody lip; such a rock star.
Pills to feel better, coffee to wake up.
Haruki and Kafka waiting by the bed.
A quiet friend on my heart.
And the cold of the night attached to my skin.