They ask how she grin through that face with that life.
I say I’s never shielded from nothing
‘Cept dying young.
People deep bruised by something
Talk like the world should end.
Won’t catch me dying every day like that.
‘Cause I seen them once
Just once – the cracks in the universe –
Thought I’d fall right through.
‘Stead I laughed – said some kind of God
Put up with a tattered-old place as here
Gotta have some grace for me.
– Jenn Cavanaugh
originally published in America, August 13, 2007