i discovered love in the kitchen sink on a tuesday. i discovered love while
slicing oranges and laying them out for you. i found god when i looked up
at the sky and realized i was lost, and all the pinpricks of stars felt like
holes that had been poked so that i could breathe. i discovered god
on the hottest day of the summer, and he looked like your house,
and his heart looked like a kitchen where popsicles sat melting
on the counter. i’d like to make something out of this. i’d like to
tell the world all the things i am discovering all the time. i’d like to
put on a backpack and travel the world or your heart or the laundromat
and come back empty-handed and full of sweetness. i’d like to drive down
the coastline. i think i could discover hope at the gas station on a sunday.
i think that hope is a thing that wears your clothes, and smells of oranges,
and hums along when mitski plays on the radio. i want to tell the world this.
i want to tell the world that there is so much to be found here. i want to keep hope
in the passenger seat and make sure that it gets enough air. i want to drive it home
and deliver it to you and roll down the windows on the way so that everyone sees.
i found this, giving off light in the dusk. i found it. i found hope in this place.