We all have different reasons for forgetting to breathe - Andrea Gibson

Good Grief
Let your
heart break

so your spirit
doesn't.

I keep waiting to get high on life. I keep waiting to wake up in a field remembering I spent the whole night snorting the lines the planes left in the sky, my bloodstream full of honeymoons.

"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."