Men have always said, to me I have a beautiful body.

As I lay angel white and full fleshed, in their bed.

Beds.

Compliments as vast as the ocean, blue, of the eyes I share with my mother come with the tides of our opposing youth and wisdom.

And, yet.

Beauty has failed to strike or possess.

Or create, acknowledgment, in me.

Until arriving here.

Surrounded by this population, this beautiful loving ebb of people and dichotomies.

And jewel encrusted backs of common birds in common areas of the public. It is hard to resist falling into, and in love, with this city everyday.

I fall onto the grass, into the sun, out of the peckish nature of birds,

and into love, with you. Halifax. —Someone who just came back