It’s OK BABE

is everything going to be ok?

maybe not all at once
maybe not in the way we hoped

but the sun and moon
still spill themselves generously
every morning and night

and bruised strawberries
still taste sweet

and language
still exists
to say i'm scared and also i'm trying

so yes
everything will be ok

even if we have to redefine
what okay means

we are "ok”
🫂