“So when I start writing down our love in public poems, you know you can burn all of my books if I don’t live up to my word. If you ever have any doubt that I am gonna live up to the altitude of your highest hopes, remember it was for you that I overcame my fear of flying. Trust me. Honey, you just need to know this is the first time I’ve ever done this without looking for an exit row and I’m pretty sure my seat can’t float; but I’ve already fallen to the sky for you, already said no to the parachute, already told my mother you curse like a sailor and you love like the war is finally over and you have just come home and you are running down the dock and the harbor screaming my name. You’re screaming "Honey! Honey!”, and I’m screaming “Don’t trip!”, and you’re screaming “Honey! Honey!”, and I’m screaming “Baby, don’t fall down!” I am running for your red lips, I am running for your red heart with my red heart, red as a Mississippi sunset Honey. Honey. Honey" -Andrea Gibson
