The Tears That Got Me Here

Gaining my composure is never a gain. Nothing of real value is lost when I sob in the veggie section of the grocery store, a stranger’s gentle hand resting on my back. I, like the avocados, can measure my readiness by my softness. Life is ripe. Sweet and perfect and almost over, for all of us.

Someday not so far away, everyone alive right now will graduate from the world, many of us having lived believing we were strangers, oblivious to the fact that we had all along been in the same class. Had the same century as a teacher. Just different beliefs about who was or wasn’t a bully. I adore this brief and clumsy life. And because of that, I... See more