merry?

Christmas morning.
I woke up on the other side of Brooklyn.
I can't describe the way I feel but I'll try...
I feel like cookies, and Kiki de Montparnasse, and kisses, and Cinnamon Life cereal, and gray skies, and melting snow. I feel tired, and lost, and homeless, and messy, and tall. I feel bad that I feel great. I feel like steamy showers, and hidden messages, and secrets, and lies, and dreams, and what it feels like to be held. I feel like luke warm coffee, and bare trees, and piles of dishes. I feel like singing a really sad song, getting on an airplane, putting on red lipstick, jumping on a bed, and becoming invisible.