No 6: SELL BY

PHOTO BY FAYE RAAD

LUCIA AUERBACH

I never knew that blood could curdle,

or that you need a magnifying glass for ears.

Feathers can catch fire,

and if you sit down at an airport bar you are allowed to cry.

You are always afraid of bombs until you become one,

then you become petrified.

Your thoughts can grow mold and the stench will ferment.

But, in the mornings, you can decide to get up. And stretch. And let yourself fill your eyes with a world that is brand new. And add to it. And grow from it. And be torn down by it. And be bored by it. And be inspired by it. And do it all again.

But one day, you will sit on the edge of heaven and look down on a world that mattered.