That I’ve taken care of others’ cares
All that’s left is me
The leftover me
Who looks less delicious
Than yesterday
Who, though feeling frozen
Is already prepared
And is worthy
Of my own gratitude nonetheless


Take The Shot

Oh, to capture

The electric dance
The head rush
The note in the air
The blood’s heat
The half-moment before dawn
The sound wave
The breath’s vapor
The holy hello
The grace of gratitude

The one who does