If I was in the library of your mind for a while,
I would place the smell of coffee next to the memory of you learning how to ride the bicycle
so you would remember that you have to start in order to find your balance

I would erase the feeling of sunlight on your skin
so you would experience it again for the first time
I would help you blur the mental image of your self-imposed imperfections
because feeling beautiful is a decision.
Maybe tamper with the spelling of...