I am not a habit killer

Old habits die hard
They say
Which is why there are tremors in my fingernails
Caused by earthquakes in my chest
Caused by you.
Which is why I am still at the first
Of the story because I want to savour the weight of the words
Which is why it is cold and September,
Yet ukuleles and trampolines and dusty air
Are keeping me afloat.
Old habits die hard,
They say,
But you are new and fresh and familiar
And I like you.
In spite of myself, I do.


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