Family Dinner
poem
My dad said Be brave with such ease I thought I misheard him. Thought he must have meant Finish your food. But my plate was empty. So I sat there with nothing to swallow but the sentence. Courage tastes like saltwater. Like old tears. And fresh sweat.


Whoa dude.
I feel every word. Similar youth. Your gift for saying so much, so deeply, and in so few words knocks me over every time.