This post is going to make a liar of me–I stated on Instagram that this poem was exclusive to ig only, but then it became a 2-post discussion and now I want it here. A girl can change her mind!

I don’t remember what triggered these thoughts (ahem, wine…) but here they are:

I didn’t wait
all these years
to settle now.

And I wasn’t waiting.
I was evolving,
perfecting,
basking,
and simply being
whole.
No complement required.

But I will take one.
If you can handle me.
If you can make me
more free
than I am
flying solo.

–the violet zoo