Sustain It
I saw the most beautiful stars, only I wasn’t outside. I was sitting down next to my longtime friend, Alex, at the gym and slowly slipping out of consciousness. By a miracle, my wobbly knees made it back to that seat. Alex was holding a steamy Ziploc bag out in front me but I couldn’t make out what was inside. “Want some?” he said. The oxygen returning to my brain allowed me to eventually see Johnsonville breakfast sausage in the…