I ask the god living inside of me why they're here, seeing how I never had faith in anything but humanity and of course they say that's all there is to it. Swallowed sunlight stored for the winter. The way when you see the most horrible thing humans have done and think the world would be better without us the voice in the back of your head tells you no, no. You love better than that. And all there is to hope is knowing ten years from now it will be just another morning and you'll eat breakfast and watch the sunrise and smile because it's almost summer, and the you from now will still be writing poems on the walls of your mouth. And I tell the god I hope I look like a tranny, I hope I look like I redefined the shape the world decided I should be in some violently frivolous freedom. I hope some of the words I said too earnestly to strangers land right. I hope a kid ten worlds away reads a poem and puts down the knife, gives life a chance to be more than terrible. Doesn't have to be my poem, or even a good one. I hope we rebuild all the cities and mourn all the loss. I hope we dance every dance to songs in languages half-butchered with faux unity. I hope we make more benches for sitting and sleeping and people watching and I hope we're kinder to pigeons, after all, it's not their fault. We said we wanted them here first.
