when your heart squeezes and
you can’t breathe, remember that
buutterflies start out as overgrown worms
and people use the word beautiful to describe graveyards

when your hands are shaking and
you’re choking back sobs, remember that
tomorrow the sun will rise
and you’ll be there to see it

hold the blanket you were born in close
and whisper to yourself the things you want
to do before you’re 30, and things you want
to do tomorrow—

remember: people gaze at broken glass in awe
even though no one bothered to read
fragile: this way up

don’t worry. i did.