Featuring poetic beats, lyrical storytelling, and other assorted jazz.
this is what it means to be alive:
coming in from an icy rain,
too petulant to be proper snow
you sit near a fire
with plastic logs that never burn
but are thankful
for the warmth and the view
this is what comfort tastes like—
a delight of mingled simple and familiar
flavors in a perfect bowl of rice
you eat and remember stories
about a god in every grain of rice
and a god of rice and foxes
for a moment you are a child again,
pretending you are a happy fox
in a den miles away from
human decisions and consequences
you eat slow, so slow,
greeting the god in every grain,
indie rock serenading the traveling gods
as their journey intersects yours
this is what it’s like remembering
you don’t want the jarrito
because even almost a year later,
it will still taste like tears instead of pineapple
the tears will come anyway,
so you may as well have the jarrito
this is what it’s like remembering,
laughter still existsalthough spring is so far away
you remind yourself
this is what it’s like to be alive,
warm, and sated—a blessing
of food in the belly,
music and laughter in the background,
in spite of the storm.
Song Choice: What a Wonderful World covered by The Ramones
