you could maybe say that i got lucky. i have been a daisy all my life, heart throbbed straight down to the nerve endings, and always Afraid, and Always afraid. but god did i get lucky. and god am i buzzing blinding all over again, with something so much bigger than myself. so i promise
I will pull myself up fire hydrant fierce, all the new lakes of me waiting to spout like a geyser. I will make my selfish steam and my prune fingers ready when you want them -- just another strait I swear to vault over when it all comes down right to it, which it Does, and It does.