When he said, Sometimes we learn the most from losing, I think how often I’ve been bamboozled by life, how I’ve dropped a quarter in a slot machine and instead of cherries got coffins. Got death? Yeah, I’ve seen the grim reaper wander my neighborhood in a Chanel suit and a diamond studded scythe because we all want to be overdressed for the afterlife, we all want to believe there is a special place for us. But when I watched the body of my nana fade into thinness I thought please let me leave early—in a plane crash, car accident, a lightning bolt, don’t let me hold on so long I am a body longing for someone to text it —hey babe, I’m kind of into you. To say, I miss you even though I don’t visit. Death and we butt dial the wrong person. Death on a good drunk of port. Once I remember my dad saying, You are worth more than you think, as I always sold myself off at a discount and I wish I didn’t, I wish I didn’t say how much I hurt on social media but sometimes I just want to believe I’m not alone like how we’re all doing cartwheels on life’s grass until someone lands in a sinkhole, until one of us decides it’s late and the streetlights are telling us it’s time to return back home.