The Weight of it.

I have concerns. They are piling on me. This is grave. My yeses are never conditional. No “yes, but.” Never a “no, ma’am.” I am open and I am wide and I am broad. I give until there is nothing left for me. I keep looking for pieces of myself before I remember I gave them all up. Remind me of my middle name: uncertain. Insecurity draped all over me. Looks good, no? I remove all the diamonds from my skin before I get into bed. Pick them off one by one. The reasons are two-fold: I don’t want the...