by amy sharp



You know when you win something like a bingo game and you get that instant happy rush? And you can't stop your hands from flying up up up and you just let the sounds come out of your mouth? That. Lottery tickets rubbed and won. Good news and hugging. Dancing. Fucking dancing. I want to exhaust myself with those feelings. Ain't nobody got time for the opposite of happy. I want to write down words and press them into your palm. I want you to admit everything and smile like the sun and let the whole room burn with light. I'll pay more attention to the way my heart can throw hooks like a badass and we'll really watch this year when the ball drops like a reminder that you can always begin again. You can forever follow the map to the place you know as home.