Audrey

We needed to choose. I saw you across the room, welcoming and safe. I pointed, you pointed, and we were fish partners. Grace.

You are primary colors. You are open arms and gingerbread lipstick. You take sweatshirts and pencils to Africa, to men named Wisdom who come down the mountain for accounting class and find you, arms open. You make whiskey slush and a real tablecloth dinner for my birthday. Grace is at your table.