Andrews McMeel Publishing

I think you should be nervous about

what I will accomplish once I heal.

The mountains I’ll move.

The miles I’ll cover.

The skin I’ll get under.

“that you had every reason to lock, bolt, & paint your door shut, but you still had enough space in that trusting heart of yours to leave it ajar & brave the cold air for me.”

somewhere along the way, he forgot to mention the swarms of flies & wasps that would eventually come to cover everything we made together. the spoilage of all this misguided longing.