It took me a week and a lifetime and an infinity to pick up the phone.

I told my therapist about the offer to join their family. 

That they’d be willing to move to make it work.

“I think if they’re considering moving to include you,” he said, “you’re already part of the family.”

The message was clear.

In this year of facing your mortality, the same lesson etches itself deeper and deeper, again and again into your soul, everytime as if it was the first time. Death is real. That’s the lesson. Every time it scares you…

No one ever told you the Minotaur was hung. You’d heard whispers, but always wondered if that was a little racist, like “all monsters are hung,” that kind of thing. But when you saw him for the first time?

You gaped. You stared. You felt small and you felt…was the reddening from shame or from sex? 

You felt turned on.