My Good Mood

My good mood

took the elevator down

ponytail losing perk

as the day went on.

Sometimes beauty is a burden

even if it’s mere illusion - 

My powdered eyelids

well-cut top

weighing roughly a metric tonne.

I Do. Not. Want

To carry your expectations 

like some mismatched bit of luggage

through a seedy terminal.

I am young and soft. Give me my summers.

Give me pulsing darks and neon days.

Let me be the stranger in the park.

Let me be the Asian on the platform.

Let me have my midnight escapades

Unmolested, unencumbered, unafraid.