If you have a bed and roof over your head,
count yourself blessed. No matter that
the mattress squeaks each time you move,
no matter that someone lit firecrackers
outside your window last night—it was not
artillery fire or the crackling of actual
flames devouring whole neighborhoods.
Pull the comforter up to your sleepless face
and thank its lumpy bulk. There is a walk
by the water waiting for you this afternoon
with the man you love, who loves you back
in spite of your anxieties. There is a glass
of thick espresso blended with whole milk,
which will leave a film across your lips.
Kiss the cup of your strange and lucky life,
then drink from it, and drink from it
for as long as you can.
--James Crews
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