Rescue Mission

Photo by Jessica Devnani.

Now, she says.
And so we go,
tossing toothbrushes in a bag
and commitments out a window
as we escape
en route to healing.
Destination doesn’t matter;
it’s the contact that counts.
We’ve healed in
posh places and plain,
spread out and huddled up.
What matters is the laughter.
What matters is the love.
What matters is the
indefatigable bungee-cord of caring
that pulls us back from the brink
time after time after time after time.
One can get through
anything
with friends.

From She of the Rib: Women Unwrapped (2006)

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