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29 Haz I Changed My Birthday By the Way

Posted at 07:38h in Uncategorized by
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I changed my birthday last week.
Just to celebrate.
I chose a softer day.
I forgot to tell you.

Rain taps on the window.
I drink my second cup of tea.
I eat a small sandwich.
I think about life.

Not in grand, broken ways.
But like this:
tea, coffee,
two cats,
a warm shower,
a book I love on the table.

The chairs are closer now.
I’ve moved a few things.
A green blanket.

People don’t even move the sofa.
But anything can change — 
your job,
your haircut,
your birthday.

It wasn’t a political gesture.
I didn’t post it.
I didn’t hashtag it.
I just woke up
and changed my birthday.

I once mocked
Frida bags
and Van Gogh tea towels.
Now I’m eating breakfast
on a Monet tablecloth.
I don’t feel guilty.

I changed the blanket.
I changed my guilt.
I changed my birthday.

And I really
forgot to tell you.

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