When you are drinking red wine out of a juice cup

and you are not a mom yet

when you write letters to the people you most care about

because they are out of contact.


These will be the nights that it will be most important to remember

that time is just a passing thing

and sometimes

even though life is short

even though it is even fleeting

you just sort of …

gotta get through  it, ya know?

When I close my eyes, I see baili hi and we are climbing the mountain to the waterfall.

But we aren’t. We are in North Carolina

and you are going through hell.

I am not. Going through hell that is.

I’m just

getting through it, ya know?



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