two years and a few weeks later i got my rite of passage in a small gathering of women who listened. in six pieces maybe seven i reach out and am grateful for this 29th year of life and death coexisting inside this self of mine. it's a mystery for sure, and as i receive healing i mourn all the more and give thanks for the chance to trust in what i do not understand. jesus you meet me in the hard place, and tonight i play piano with you in my sleep.