“A Good Story” by Ada Limón

Some days—dishes piled in the sink, books littering the coffee table— are harder than others. Today, my head is packed with cockroaches, dizziness and everywhere it hurts. Venom in the jaw, behind the eyes, between the blades. Still, the dog is snoring on my right, the cat, on my left. Outside, all those redbuds are just getting good. I tell a friend, The body is so body. And she nods. I used to…