Tuesday, July 26, 2011

I know the saddest girl in the world.
I've stepped across deserts with her,
sailed lifeboats over the Rockies,
plodded the coolest pavement,
I can't help her.
I'm an awkward scalpel,
I'm a wounded bird
wheeling towards Jesus and suicide.
I have nothing left for her
but bitter sheets of blue plastic
blinking in sockets.

She is the saddest girl
and I am the saddest boy.
I have nothing for her,
but I'm glad she's alive.
And she's glad I'm alive.
And we are all alive and hurting.
All together now.
Nothing can stop us.

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