So I guess this is another poem
about how grateful I am to still
be alive // been on this planet
nearly two decades & the sun’s like
“holy shit, you fucking go” //
& the moon’s like “you are one
resilient bitch” // & my mom’s like
“oh thank god, I didn’t have to bury
my oldest child like my mother before me
after all” // & my dad’s like
“how old are you again?” // & I’m like,
screaming into the void, but in
the best way possible // and I guess
this is the science behind
staying alive: a constant, grueling study
of time and light // my hypothesis
was wrong // and thank the heavens for that
// or thank me, I guess // despite everything,
my body didn’t quit on me,
& I didn’t quit on me either. I’ve got
a whole sky to prove it.