How much I both wanted the future and wanted
to be rescued from having to get there by myself,
stuffing down whatever was at hand, packages of
meat or ice cream, then vomiting them back up,
seeking to empty myself of the bolus of dread
in my gut, the leaden years between the young me,
anxious and alone, and the unimaginable me,
transformed somehow like the hero after a quest,
dusty, scarred, but upright, deserving of her prize.
Devon Balwit is pleased to say she survived to make it to the bright garland of love and vocation in Portland, OR.