Okay, I’ve broken in front of you
too many times to count. It’s
the same number as the times
I’ve pulled myself together. What
do you call a car that’s never a
write-off no matter how many
times you bring it to the shop?
Reliable, I think, or maybe strong.
Okay, I have pills in my bedside table
and my muscles ache from holding
myself together. There are support
beams in every skyscraper and
no one faults them for needing
the help. Okay, okay, okay. I
know you think I’m fragile. I’m not.
I’m the building still standing
after the storm.