i live my life on the edge
of tears, a salty soup
of joy stirred with dread.
any moment i might end
up dead or worse: heart-
broken instead. i tease
my hungry soul with art
that mimics how it feels
to be fed. i no longer expect
this universe to release me
from its wonder, at least not yet,
but in your honor i'm leaving
fewer things
unsaid.
