these moments are
golden: bright and
spilling over. they
linger in my collective
awareness long after,
red and vibrant and
consuming. there is
no way that life could
be better than this: the

air filling my lungs, the
absolute exhilaration of

being, of long late night
walks in the windy city,

of quiet solitude,

of those arms around my
waist as i sleep. (here we
are, spinning away into the

universe.)