Any Man

by Amber Tamblyn

I am alive, at the behest of death’s dress rehearsal.

We sink to the bottom of each other’s oceans, drowning in shared silence.

It’s not your fault. But healing your own pain does belong to you now. When we become aware, we become responsible.

I am in a body. It is not the one I came here with, but it is the one I’ll leave here in. I will take care of it. It belongs to me now. My pain, I will take care of it. It belongs to me now. My heart, I will take care of it. It belongs to me now. My story, I will take care of it. It belongs to me now.