68 songs.

I am 68 songs

My feet hit the floor and earth greets my toes

Good Morning Starshine, the earth says hello

As if to say we missed you while you were sleeping

I brush my teeth with melodies each morning

And wrap my tongue around lyrics

Strong. Like mint.

Because I am a mix tape

68 songs

Because 69 would be dirty

Each line delicately describes what any man might get himself into

By simply saying I want to know you

Because in one meet cute

He’d be mute as he listens to each song I play

I’d say today

I am Shania Twain as I dance on tables

And whip my hair

Man! I feel like a woman

Then I’d promptly shift gears

Music for more than ears

As I whisper Iron & Wine like lovers champagne

And my American mouth sends Flightless birds to the moon

He’d swoon

Like a boy with a coin

Then he’d realize that it’s that time of month as I change my selection

And begin to weep

All over my guitar and burn pictures

Because T-swift taught me how to tell any guy about your past love life

Because when he says “Why didn’t Taylor Swift ever think she might’ve been the problem?”

I’d say “She just ISN’T, OK?!”

My neurotic tendencies would take over as I turn into Joan Jett

Rock and Roll leaves no regrets

And I feel like a total badass

Even though on the inside

I’m a mainstream poser hipster

Because somebody made it uncool to like Ke$ha and Sufjan

Wish the stereotypes were gone

Because I am a woman in 68 songs

Clair de Lune writes out red sixteenth notes that course through my veins

While I live showtunes; no day but today

And I can’t help but sing Madonna every time I start to pray

Then I get my Christian rap on with a little Lecrae

I am a Mumford and Sons light lover

And a Christina Aguilera fighter

Riding in a Death Cab for Cutie

While I’m a Say Anything writer

I’ve got Bright Eyes

For an owl city

While James Blunt whines out how I’m more than pretty

I’m a city with bright lights

Sara Bareilles

As the Vegas lightposts bend down to say they’re jealous

I may not have 68 years

68 dreams

68 fears

Or 68 schemes

But I am 68 songs

A sacred playlist

And you’ll know me

If you just listen*