The return of poetry

Dear Reader,

Today I put my sweatpants on backwards.
I didn’t realize it till I tried to put something in my pocket after 10:30 am
I remember I’ve been up since sunrise causing
a low hearty chuckle in my empty apartment.

A muffled indication of being tickled pink with delight
by me
at me
— with me.

I sang in the shower today
and left the window cracked open
because I didn’t care who might hear
my happiness.