Dear Self,
I have adored you
all our lives
and you come first
all the time
Did I spoil you?
Did you spoil me?
Even now we’re sharing this cup of coffee
brewed in our hotel room
just like the real thing
in this city where we were born.
But I wonder how real we are.
If you’re real, then what am I?
And if you’re not,
who
have I been taking care of all these years?
