I am the asshole who prefers Milan over Rome. Manhattan over Brooklyn. East LA over West. The asshole who refuses to use bluetooth earphones but hates vinyl collectors. My C section was divine but I love midwives. I’m the asshole full of mantras and nicotine. I drink iced tea in a plastic bottle if it’s Asian but don’t give me bagged tea if loose leaf is an option. Longhand journal entries or an eternity in my phone typing nonsense. Nothing in between. Your pink heart tastes like salt on the tip of my tongue and I feel it all over my body but I am the asshole who insists on more.