The truth is none of us are enough enough. But you know this already.
The truth is I came here hoping for a reason to stay.
Sometimes those reasons are small: the way you pronounce spaghetti as “bahgeddy.”
It’s late in the season—which means the winter roses, in full bloom along the national bank, are suicide notes.
Write that down.
They say nothing lasts forever but they’re just scared it will last longer than they can love it.
—Ocean Vuong
—found in On Earth We’re Briefly Gorgeous (2019)