To eat less.
To move more.
To make your peace
with decaf.
To stop snoring.
To half-ass-
learn French
to pad out a profile
on a dating app.
To avoid going senile
by making daily anagrams
out of random
AdWords letters.
To smile at more faces
and read fewer poems—
in order to remember
both of them better.
To get sacrificed
in the name of
one thing
in lieu of getting laughed at
by all of the others.
To feel safe in the arms
of a spiraling galaxy
with a black vacuum lodged
where its heart should be.
Or at least
to keep your skin farther
apart from your bones
than a soul is close
to its body.
