heavy, heavy at it

there's only one other person who knows.

there are people i wish i could tell. like the guy in my political science class. or the lady who swipes my debit card in the cafeteria. or even my closest friends.

but i got far enough to tell one person over paper cups and a chest of ice, and i cried too much in public to let the walls tumble down again. they've been built back up already; whether stronger or weaker, i can't tell.

"heavy boots, we're crying out loud."

-d