by Chloe N. Clark
at least not from the unkindness of overcooked pasta noodles or missing the sunset or the coffee gone cool or the papercut from the modem box I realized that I wouldn’t die if I died in my dreams, that one came young as I died over and over in my sleep. I dreamed of the slip, the waves, the gun, too much as a child to ever believe in the easiness of living. Though, I have come to understand that caution is best served on the side of chasing moments—a little sprig to keep you safe but not enough to hold you in. I realized I wouldn’t die without telling you I loved you, without seeing an alligator, without once staying up all night just to watch the sunrise from the other side of morning. There are so many small wonders I keep in my pockets to weigh me down on days when the realization doesn’t come easy. ____
Chloe N. Clark is the author of Collective Gravities, Your Strange Fortune, the forthcoming Escaping the Body, and more. She is co-EIC of Cotton Xenomorph and can be found on Twitter @PintsNCupcakes. She believes “moist” is an important word to describe cake.