41: While I Wasn’t Looking


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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