Congratulations, You’re Still Here

You made it.

Another day, another dollar,

another dinner you eat standing at the sink

because the table is too much work.

You water the plant that died last week

out of habit,

pull your jacket tight

like the hug you never got.

Someone on the radio says,

“Do what you love and you’ll never work a day in your life.”

Cool.

She loves sleeping.

She loves disappearing.

She loves watching reruns of sitcoms

where everyone hugs at the end.

She loves the sound of rain on the roof

because it means no one expects her to go outside.

She never answers her texts

because what is there to say

except yes, I’m still here.