Everything is out there. That's why they call it everything.

Jordan tattoos the words "forgive me" in thick black letters down the inside of his arm so that when he looks at his wrist he will remember not to hate himself so much. What he keeps forgetting is that there is life after survival.

But I still show up for gentleman practice in the company of lead dancers, hoping their grace will get stuck in my shoes.

...others, with halos shaped like rollercoasters you'd stand in line to ride twice.

If we really do get what we give then I give up, so I can get up.

I choose to politely ask myself to step aside if I am in my own way. If I do not get out of my way, I choose to call a friend who will have me removed.

I am standing like shoe polish on an overstocked shelf hoping that one day someone will pick me to make things better.