Throw the quote at me, then. Everything
I've ever wanted, if I would just carpe diem
and seize the day. I say everything I want
is on the same side. Fear is the ice-cream
running deliciously down my neck onto
the clothes I am scared to get wet. He is in
the emails that cause me to clutch
my emotional support cup like a
talisman. Same thing. I am slightly grossed
out by fire ants but I eat them. They
taste nutty. Sort of. I can't explain
the myriad minor inconveniences that
cause my heart to race but I will say it
is probably his doing. We've struck a bargain
of sorts, him and I: he frees me from boredom,
I give him life. He is the crest of the tsunami,
neck of the broken guitar, dead child
cradled in a mother's arms. I don't wait.
Feel the looming shadow, ravine waiting
down below. Do it anyway.