Optimism. Or whatever.

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You’re right.

On days like today,

You know you’re right.

When the sun’s fingertips

Are tight on your skin

And your teeth

Feel like broken glass.

How could you be anything

But right?

So you act.

You tear off your morning.

You pour star-light into your cup.

You set off to right wrongs,

And buy a gallon of milk.

Because that’s the kind of hero

This world needs.

One with strong bones.

And priorities.

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Photography by Anthony Ristine Skidmore

Optimism. Or whatever