We will all vanish
And the all of the shit that we carry on our freckled shoulders
Fall into our voices
Before they fall into us.
We will wake from night’s of broken sleep
And press ourselves against cold refrigerators.
Begging for the courage to sit down on palls of black and smokey clusters.
We will forget ourselves, and milk every chance to speak.
We will be polished and set on shelves.
With the same blood flow, we are still separated.
Never forget who we are.
Never forget who we were.
