Peace is a chicken sandwich whenever I want it.

War is over. The battle is won.

No one is looking over my shoulder.

And I can have a chicken sandwich whenever I want.

No one to tell me no.

Dig that pit in my stomach with

Empty spoons.

No one to dread or hide this heaping plate from.

The boogeyman is gone.

I can eat whenever I want.

I can stay home. I can rest.

I can order in. I can be late.

I’m a body doing what bodies are meant to do.

I’m clumsy. I’m a sucker.

I’ve got no reason to be scared.

This body is all mine.

I don’t have to justify it anymore.