You Could Make This Place Beautiful

by Maggie Smith

How I picture it: We are all nesting dolls, carrying the earlier iterations of ourselves inside. We carry the past inside us. We take ourselves—all of our selves—wherever we go.

I want to cut a hole in the air and climb inside.

the unspoken vows we make to the people we love, and how those promises hover in the air around us, touching everything we say and do.