I am earl grey tea & flowers from trader joes. I am via miramar beach & square neck tops & big earrings. I am an open sun-roof, ‘I love you’ in bad handwriting, a friday night square dance & a snowball fight. I am a lecture on neuroplasticity, a late night run & a chick-fil-a frosted lemonade. I am crunchy purple grapes, a big thunderstorm, & oversized pugs. I am sunshine & sourdough bread & good will hunting. I am christmas lights, a boisterous laugh & an old voicemail from my dad. I am the first day of fall, the softest blanket & a facetime call. I am homemade pizza & the rolls on a chubby baby’s legs. I am cappuccino foam, ugly toads & sunsets. I am stiff clean sheets, sage green & spontaneous dance parties. I am a chessboard, the blue ridge parkway, & sour jelly beans. I am Fm7, spring rolls & benjamin william hastings. I am dried baby’s-breath, a french manicure, & a cellist. I am lowercase letters, grey spelled with an ‘e,’ & a poem about a bookmark.

they say you are the things you love the most.

pic by bridget leary