Should have

I wish I did

But I'm here now

present

That's plenty

and also so 

beautiful

I stomped "No more

thirteen-hour days

during my winter cycle."

And paused

It's me, innit?

I can't not move

Next, more, again! 

and buckle in

When I burn out 

there will be fireworks

Feed me spoon-words

of Arabic and dates

while I watch no one

connecting seas via canals 

It sure stirs me

Between you shutting my door

and walking around the car for yours

lies a grand vacation for us both

Still fall into

some sort of wth

Mondays, twodays

But then my eyes light up

For I can change it all

before matcha even

hits the dha dhin-na ta-ka-ta dhrrnnnng

notes 

So bring on the nights, too