The inconvenient thing about rebirth is the lack of space.
There’s a mess of tangled legs behind my rib cage–
the old me that’s no longer funny,
no longer charming without a gin and tonic in hand,
and one or two beta versions
I’m trying out.
But I’m going abroad and I can’t pack clothes
for all of them.
I need to decide who gets to meet the in-laws.
art by Lea Simone Allegria