My grandfather went to Heaven. I know this because he taught my mother how to wiggle her ears. I know this because my mother walks the same way my g… - Andrea Gibson

Storms are born

from the same sky we write hymns to when the sun shines.

Yesterday i carved your name into the surface of an ice cube
then held it against my chest til it melted into my aching pores
today i cried so hard the neighbors knocked on my door
and asked if I wanted to borrow some sugar.

"When the first responders entered the Pulse Nightclub after the massacre in Orlando, they walked through the horrific scene of bodies and called out, "If you're alive, raise your hand." I was sweeping in a hotel in the midwest at the time but I imagine in that exact moment my hand twitched in my sleep – some unconscious part of me aware, that I had a pulse. That I was alive."