i spend late spring with angels stripped of halos
you pull me under the headstone of some long-dead nun,
you know the world depends on it
this shift in perception does not drive me insane
i won't become harrison-pilled
we are grounded by each other's support
i am not unstable baby
i will not make it through alone
YES to affirm
Comments
Displaying 0 of 0 comments ( View all | Add Comment )