Sayornis p.

you are.

and: you don't have to be. 

let yourself exist.

sleep in late.

make your favorite foods.

hug your shoulders, your knees, not to hide behind but to marvel at.

you are marvelous.

Note: This is listed as "fiction" but all stories about Earl are real. 

a lesbian couple on my bus home from school 

a man in a punk battle jacket on the street 

my mother's female CEO group chat blowing up 

four of my teachers taking the following day off 

Maybe, 

like steak, 

it needs to marinate. 

Maybe, 

like soup, 

it needs to simmer. 

Or, maybe, 

I’ve seen a million sunsets and sunrises, yet each day still dawns with new surprises. As the sun peaks its golden rays over the green mountains, Vermont’s future stretches out with new horizons.

the moon's silvery-gray hair

falls in shadows across her face

her pupils waxing and waning

straining

to catch a glimpse of her girl,

her beauty, her sunshine

her pale lips remembering cinnamon warmth