Hanif Abdurraqib
My mother would tell me that even the worst loneliness still felt like good luck. A chance for the self to determine its own destiny. Even though that feels like a myth now, with the wind and rain beating against the humidity beating against the doorstep for what feels like the hundredth Ohio day in a row. Still, I convince myself that I am happy to be here, crawling towards a future that I cannot see but feel certain is better than the present that I am immersed in now. I hope that, wherever you are, you can join me.