if I were a goddess I’d be the personification of okay
I’m not the ruler of a good time
full of laughter and success
but I’m no nightmare daemon either
rather my blessing
is in that quiet space between events
the parts of the journey no one bothers to describe
eating lunch
finding a good radio station
brushing your teeth
I’m the immortal power of the careless shrug
a signal known around the world
as a sign of impassive disinterest
my epithets are
whatever
I don’t really care
and that’s fine
goddess of okay [poem]
Larissa Lee 