Fill in the blank.Sometimes people leave these why-sized holes in our livesafter they depart.
Growing Pains ManagementWhen I was four years old,my mother told me that the sky was the limit,so I ran face first into thepine tree in my front yardto get the ground knocked out of me.When I was thirteen,I busted my head open in band class.In the clinic, I wiped the bloodthat flooded down my face with my forearmand made the Vice Principal vomit.Since then, I’ve made a habit out of makingeverything dangerous.When I was seventeen, Kevin put a copyof HOWL face down on my desk and told menot to tell anyone. I didn’t.He still lost his job.Now, I’m twenty two and I don’t knowwhat I want to be when I grow up.My hair is thinning faster than mypatience is thinning faster than myblood is thinning faster than mywallet. I buy time at the ATMand gamble it away.It’s all maintenance now, like so manycar parts creaking. I haven’t put onthat many miles but when you floor itfor twenty two years straightthere’s going to be some damage.Damnit— there
(living with depression)Got out of bed today ... Success!
there must bei. i can only assume that you got one of theseventy six letters i sent your wayand though my breaths are frost-bitten inthe cold of the night you came backi am still shakeni am still achingis there a moment between then and nowwhere your might may havecaught some shame?ii. i woke up in between this morningand everything felt offmy letters were waiting on the kitchentable; silent, raging yet sosubtly ignored by coloralmost as if time had wanted to erasethe glide of my fingers that desperatelyinscribed nothing morethan my lack of lucidityis there justice in the curvature of yourbones, that once smothered my skinwith beaded scented sweat and tumult,or has the hazard of your presencewashed away with my morning coffee?iii. i am not the byproduct of salt-crustsand humanity; you simply werefar too in love with the comforts of the seayou're back, yes,you're backbut this free fall inside my stomach thatflip flops (in all the bad ways at thesound of hope - you - lea