My mom was right when she said ,"Life is too short."

My dad told me through every struggle I brought to his attention, "Life is not easy."

My grandmother's insight in her old and wise years was to "Live each day to the fullest."

When I'd sob over the little things my friends would help me realize, "Life goes on."

My little cousin told me "YOLO; I'm about it everyday, everyday, everyday..."

Freakin' kids these days....

God welcomed me in. Unashamed that his dirty laundry was strewn about the living room, that his house smelled like molded bread. Omnipotent; the creator and overseer. Today, languid and unrestrained. "What have you been up to?" I asked. "Oh, just hangin' out,".

When I was born into the bottom of the rankings, my mother saw no reason to comfort me. 

The first day that I can recall of my life is a blur... my callused hands rummaging through garbage for miscellaneous paper products to wrap around my feet.

  I remember that it was raining, and that I didn’t understand this. 

I had been approached by an old man who pointed me toward an abandoned building. 

I did not know at the time, but, squatters are very protective of…

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Another day begins with the stale sound of nothing.  Time is irrelevant, but the sun has just risen and I feel the need to express this. On the other side of town, beyond the fence, the chosen are feeding their pets, stretching, drinking orange juice, doing yoga.  Some days we just hang on the fence. There is no life to live for us. Mostly, we are just alive. 

Have you ever stopped to think about how water takes to kale?
Why puppies locked with windows cracked don't hesitate to wail?
How scanning of one product makes you responsible for its price?
What it takes to withstand sexual harassment knowing you have to play nice?
On a daily basis,
these things never fail.
I've thought all this through,
along with a million other frivolous things,
because I work retail.