good news.

each night

for the last week

i have come home.

i sit on my porch 

in the seductively cool night

watching the sky flash and dance

i am waiting for october

i listen to julien baker croon

the songs are just beyond my range

so i reach for them any ways

and the only way to hit the notes

is to sing through them

to fill my lungs with swelling breaths

and scrape every last molecule of oxygen

into the shape of meaning

to breathe deeply

like my heart is beating

because, my God

my heart is beating.

when you are wanted

there is an unnamable warmth 

that occurs when your whole person is deeply wanted.

it is not entirely foreign 

& it is not even rare. 

but when that feeling nestles in 

& climbs into its rightful seat at my soul's table,

 i am flooded with light and warmth in ways i cannot comprehend. 

it is like having the galaxy,

resting between your lungs.