watching kids land their first kickflip,
drinking coke from a glass bottle,
or watching Bon Iver
sing Heavenly Father live
at the Sydney Opera House.
a reminder:
the world is still capable of soft things
like falling asleep on a couch
that finally forgives your weight
or a fragile person
curling into your arms
like safety was always a language you spoke
you are someone’s sanctuary
even when you forget how to live in your own skin
dipping hot fries into a Wendy’s Frosty
in the passenger seat
on the way home from the beach
sun-drunk, salt-sticky, alive
feeling the heat on your skin
arguing with the wind
pull up to the function late
a minute and a half left
and still sing the chorus
like it’s the only proof you exist
loud. wrong. honest.
and maybe that’s the thing—
you still might see tomorrow
if you stay.