Cover Photo: Photograph by Bruno Nascimento/Unsplash
Photograph by Bruno Nascimento/Unsplash

Boy, You’re a Runner Now

It was the first time I’d ever pointed at myself and claimed “boy,” even jokingly.

This is Formation Jukebox, a column by Lio Min on being in transition and the music that helps them make sense of it all.

American Boyfriend

American BoyfriendCross my heart / Let me be / Tripped in the dark / You found me

American Boyfriend

And boy, I’ll be back when you’re lonely / If you want me to

When you wanna let go / When you wanna let go / When you wanna move onWhy you gotta let go? / Why you gotta let go? / Why you gotta move on?you

Now, on the days I don’t work the closing shift at my “paying the rent” job, I come home, say hi to my partner and my cats and my dog, change, and run. My regular run is a two-, sometimes three-mile box around my neighborhood. My nose always starts to run and I’ll often start tearing up, leaving my face glistening with a luscious combination of bodily fluids. When I cross the threshold of my apartment, I sometimes feel as though my lungs are ripping apart at the seams, and I never feel more honored and lucky to have my body, and I never feel more alive.

Lio Min is a writer based in California. Their work can be found here. They've written one novel and hope to write more.