Party never ends

“The steam rising 
from a cup of tea,
the rosy light of sunrise
when I wake before my alarm.
I sleep on the Universe’s tongue.
I hear the way she breathes through us.
She tells me, one day,
this all will leave me
and this body will go cold.
So I’m trying to worry less
about my jean size 
or whether or not my teeth
will ever be straight.
There is so much more to look at.
There are so many opportunities
to love–
to leave something that will last
way longer than me.”