What you do know is limited,
what you don’t know is infinitely vast.
So, be kind,
for your capacity for that
is much greater than you know.
I start sentences with “My anxiety,”
such an ugly thing —
rather than make it the subject,
I think I’ll have it fade into the background
and start sentences with “My strength.”
How do you know it’s love?
It’s a sinking feeling in your gut
that both sickens and delights
whenever you are reminded of them,
whether right or wrong,
no matter how long it has been.