HerStory

Herstory

Timestables are adding the same number over and over and over again.

I’m starting time over.

I don’t have to use multiplication to live my life, multiplying in my mind the same

narrative over and over and over again until I’m a product.

I’m starting over with thinking that I am too much to handle.

Just because I have thought this about myself, multiple times,

I am not too much

to handle.

In fact, I handle myself quite well, and think that it would be

a marvelous equation of equals that would live together as the sum

of all differences.

I’m starting over by starting over. A reset button of sorts.

Each day begins, sometimes cloudy, sometimes the sun coming up

so slowly it’s barely noticeable,

but the day still starts over. This is the weather report I will

give myself permission to live, each day clear or cloudy,

rainy or calm,

and an occasional

hurricane.