The question that stares you in the face bolder than any
mime or homeless man begging change on the street.
Not even a full question.
It’s a statement that causes you to pause and take stock of
your every relationship.
From age 0 to 26 the answer is given seemingly before you
even know it’s been asked but after that, it’s the question you’ll ask yourself
late at night acting as an island amidst the surging waves of covers thrown
askew by your tides.
The question that you’ll encounter in every waiting room and
HR office which will sometimes, sucker punch you in the face harder than
Mohammed Ali can sting like a bee.
Emergency contact.
When you’re lying on the floor and the crowd around you
doesn’t contain a familiar face, who will be there?
Who will be your tether to the remains of the world falling
to pieces around you?
Who cares enough about you to drop everything and come to
the rescue of the damsel you swore you’d never become?
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