Oh, we like to break our hearts like we break our backs, lugging loads far too heavy for such slender young spines. We shoulder a debt larger than a car, a house, an education. We sleep deep in guilt’s arms. We carry a thousand stories dying over and over, but haven’t yet learned from their losses. It’s hard to know where to place the most painful words. Day in and day out the sun sets into our chests, stomachs full of food, yet empty of sustenance. Wishing not to melt into the crowd of those with bitter mouths, those without laughter, those who turn their heads. And like this, we inherit the world.