

poem · feb 2026
still learning
there is a version of me that has already arrived I can almost see him, calm in the way that only practice earns.
but here I am, still getting the reps in, still surprised by what the weight reveals when I stop pretending it is lighter than it is.
I do not mind anymore. the gap between who I am and who I am becoming is where I live.
and living here turns out to be enough.