I did not have a cigarette for breakfast. I did not talk
to the rabbit hole. I did not tell anyone I loved them
for the hell of it. I did not flirt with the butterknife.
I did not take shame and guilt and self-inflicted pain
like a multivitamin. I did not try to hollow myself out,
today. I did not get jealous of the sky for being
empty. I did not resent my hips for being full.
I did not read the pill bottle label like a newspaper.
I did not dream of bruises blooming from my thighs
like forget-me-not's. I did not feel the need to prove
I have suffered. I did not live in the minds of the
women I used to be. I did not kiss silence, today.
I am proud of this, but some mornings, I worry:

Did I leave my opinion in her mouth?