a note on the body your body still your body your arms still wing your mouth still a gun you tragic, misfiring bird you have all you need to be a hero don’t save the world, save yourself you worship too much & you worship too much when prayer doesn’t work: dance, fly, fire this is your hardest scene when you think the whole sad thing might end but you live oh, you live everyday you wake you raise the dead everything you do is a miracle
