Marcy Ave

They put something in those chicken sandwiches that make the fear run right out of you. They put something in that beer to make your smile start at the very bottom of your belly, make you believe in the possibility of your own future, make you remember your name even when the cold wind tries so hard to blow it away.

I came home later, threw clothing in a bag like a crapshoot, there’s no telling what you’ll find when you open it again. If that doesn’t work out, something else will, he says, and you start to remember that freedom in your blood again, how right it is. I decided one day I was done with the fear of the unknown, sometimes I forget, but no matter. The road is always there when you’re ready to find your way to it again.