I wish I knew tomorrow, its color, door, smell, language, breath, embrace, warmth, style, makeup, mathematics, stories. I wish I could hold it on my arms boogie on all the way down the train downtown, make my best accessory du jour but I don’t know tomorrow. I know, however, it is always promising, full of accolades and blessings, dance and music, books and pens. It is never perfect but perfect enough for I to call it mine, drive through with my rooftop up, shootout to whoever at the bus stop that I have spoken to the Man Up Upstairs and He told me to tighten the seatbelt, buckle up, sit still and breathe. I got this, He said and I replied, ok, my seat is up, decorated and ready to mingle with tomorrow.

©️ Angela Aguiar