I’m really a nice person

I hired the new yoga instructor at work.

She's also Jewish, but a much prettier version of me. Not kissed by debauchery.

And I wish her all the softest and most delicate of travels, maneuverings and stirrings.

My own navigation was disabling, scarring.

Heavy like wet clothes.

I was paper and its cheap skin, crinkled and void

I was too much haste and not enough nurture

Too much tongue in cheek and not enough drop kicks

She still smiles and means it

She still has that glimmer and leaves a trail of perfume… I really hope her path divides away from mine.