If you were to tell me a year ago that I’d be where I am right now, I’d say
Yes, that sounds about right.
If you were to ask me, “Can you believe how much they’ve grown?” I’d say
It’s never not surprising
(that such gasping, clenching fists
unfold to smooth a velvet sky).
If you were to look me in the eye and sneer, “You’re not going to make it,” I’d say
Who are you to say?
What making it means
There are as many variations as people with beating chests
A plant bears fruit
A goal is granted
A hurt heals
A culture shifts
A paycheck is enough
A face in the mirror is one on which you wish to rest your cheek
If you were to interrupt and say, “Geeze, I just meant you’d die someday,” I’d say
Nothing. I’d just smile.
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