Morning Chorus Poem by Maya Hanson

You know me better than the truth
My scars are left peeling on the bathroom rug
And every time you wake up
you let them in with open arms.

Every time I wake up sweating
the morning chorus keeps me going
You're winter spring summer fall
all I've ever been
and I keep following the clues
sewed into your fingertips

I try not to speak in superlatives
but this is the worst heaven I've ever had
this is the best apocalypse I could have imagined