Alone and I

Nobody does alone better.

I wear both halves of friendship charms,

tell waiters “table for one, please,”

poor two glasses of wine for both me and myself,

play both sides of the chess board,

and keep stock photos in frames.

I watch all of my movies alone in the dark.

Romances are better when seen by yourself.

I cook half Mac and cheese boxes,

make lasagna in 4 x 6 inch pans,

yet buy ice cream by the gallon.

I mailed myself a birthday card

and gave myself $10.

“Hey siri, play me breathing sounds”

and “Siri tell me jokes”

I’ve bought cologne just for my hoodies, and I’ve practiced kissing on my hand.

If they didn’t come with me, I’d only have one arm, one hand, one leg, one eye.

Alone and I have gotten, now, to be the best of friends.