AUGUST 15TH-21ST, being more

I think I am going to survive the summer I thought would kill me. I am not just myself. I am a community. I have become more people this summer than I have ever been before. I am my brothers and my sister and my momma and my stepfather and my stepmother and very much my dad. I am my lovers, even the ones who don’t love me. I am the strangers that smiled at me on the train. I am the music in my ears and the sun on my face and maybe some of the bad things too. I have never been more than I am today. Even at my lowest, I have never been more.