Almost everything

I like to cast my worries on a rushing river.

Harvest and eat only what I can pronounce.

I like to pray for sweet air and water.

Analyze and remember great poems.

I like to run my hands over my hips and be grateful for my own power.

Imagine kissing everyone I meet.

I like to leave a room confidently.

Subtract hurt like minor inconveniences.

I like to think I can survive on my own.

Build a haven with love. Nothing more.

I like to lie about lots of things, and often.

But not everything.