I am french vanilla coffee in the morning

and butter on wheat toast

I am cheap perfume and expensive eyeliner

and the fallout from powder eyeshadow

caked in random pillow creases

between beads of sweat

I am green tea in the afternoon

dog eared books, unfinished movies

and burnt out ashes in the fireplace

the last of the smoke searching

for an escape

I am earl grey in the evening

and hushed phone calls in the darkness

thousands of miles apart

I am midnight alertness

and glitter-tin stars

tossed about a velvet sky

and the souls below

gazing into the celestial abyss

waiting

I am here

and I am

fine