Backwards

Today, I will live backwards

I will spend my morning curled beneath my sheets,

Discovering my own being, creating my own undoing.

I will eat a feast,

With extra honey,

And will cry over the spilled milk.

I will write a book,

And paint myself as a canvas, all before lunch.

I will live deserving,

Not earned.

I will sit naked on the front porch with a bowl of cheerios,

And swing from star to star in the early afternoon.

I will find sadness as a reprieve,

And joy as a surprise.

I will laugh with my pain,

And sob with my peace.

I will live this life as needed,

Without too much thought,

I will live, not as I was taught.