March 3rd

My cat mimicks the birds outside, chirping from my bedroom window. The sound of a whisk scraping a stainless bowl drifts up from the kitchen. I opt to swallow caffeine, but I don’t feel awake. Yesterday, I looked at my naked body in the mirror and noticed how my curves resemble a goddess mother. I mastered headstands this winter, as my skin became pale. Do you give up shaving your legs when no one sees them? My thoughts are interrupted. She says “I love you, momma” and “you’re so beautiful”, then rushes back to the kitchen to finish the pancakes. Chocolate chip. I’m beginning to believe her.