Whatever is cool. Whatever is fine. Simple
is fine. Simple is more than fine. Home is fine too.
I’ll survive. As long as it’s something.
As long as it’s something that won’t wreak havoc
on me later, debilitate me, kill me, make me
sluggish, keep me from performing as I normally
perform. Nothing insane. Nothing crazy.
Nothing experimental, nothing with frills, nothing
fussy, just something dependable, classic,
comforting, plain, plain but interesting,
interesting but mild, mild but not boring,
boring but a good kind of boring. Nothing
I’ll pay for later, that’ll make me tough
company to stand behind. I’d rather it not
be something impulsive or something shame-
inducing but make no mistake I do want
to love it, to love the moment and to have it
feel good later, to feel good about it
how it went down. That doesn’t mean
it can’t be a bit sinful, sexy, tiny, artful,
pretty to look at, thoughtful, ethical, intense,
done cleanly and with a touch of passion,
a skosh of rustic flair and nostalgia.
It can even be something new, something
I might’ve forgotten, not even considered,
can’t even pronounce, wouldn’t dream
of attempting alone, that signals honest
refinement, that would be a timeless
but funky and fun-loving pleasure.
I think that’ll suit my mood, make my face
shine, funnel me into a few of my biggest
breaths, get me to cup my head with my hands
and scan the room, just enjoy myself
for once because, why not? We’re here
now, everyone is, and I made a wise choice.