Saturday morning

Slow dancing in the kitchen alone,

swaying side to side,

sweet mango to my lips

in my oversized tshirt

and underwear

coffee brewing on the counter

a splash of sugar syrup in my mug,

cat on the windowsill staring in amazement

as I glide across the hardwood,

eyes closed,

to slow songs meant for weddings,

not in love with anyone

except myself.

happy

happy

happy