Yes.
(After Rachel Greenburg)
Yes to the way all days basically
start out the same,
Yes to bed sheets and stretches,
Yes to the chaos, a body laying
down her perpetual spring,
Yes to the stowed soup still in its pot,
Yes to the echo, a murmur from
his father’s lips,
Yes to the unrelenting garden,
Yes to unruly puzzle pieces,
Yes to perpetual protein shakes
alongside crunchy apples,
Yes to forbidden love and bidden
love and love(d),
Yes to life borrowed from this universe
Yes to time, its retractable gooey center
Yes to wilting sunsets.
Yes to this flesh.
Yes, friend.
Yes, this.
Michelle Whipple
Michelle Whipple is a behavioral health physician assistant and coach. Her writing explores identity, transition, and the space between insight and the lives we’re actually living.
