Her teeth shine with secrecy, my angel of small death
with a halo of hair the color of wine,
lady rising out of a champagne lake, and
I am drunk off her.

Although the particulars of the moment were anything but cinematic, “The Adventure” played in my head for good reason. He opened up a whole universe to me that night: a boundless unknown I’d never understood I could explore.


In the early morning of Sunday, June 12th, a terrorist by the name of Omar Mateen stormed into Orlando’s Pulse Nightclub and opened fire on dozens of patrons.  Running for their lives, guests tried to escape the terror.