The Poet at 27
Feels “on track” but also can finally acknowledge there is no track
Brags about herself, to herself
Still wants a blazer dress
Spends all her money on books
Obsesses over data
Gets weird on social media
Cries too infrequently
Wants to call herself a writer, decides if she writes for fun, she can
Reminds herself that everything always works out for her
Cherishes her mind and the body she is lucky enough to inhabit
Is Happy
Danielle McCarthy