Climb until every pixel of the sky’s bloom falls directly into your view.
I gather my writing buddies around me for warmth and continue the struggle.
I don’t delude myself that writing an essay can somehow undo an act of violence.
If there's a thread that binds us, I believe it’s hope, reasonable or not, for a kind of saving grace.
I've made most of this up, the apples, the stupidity, the bourbon bought in St. Paul.
