It turns my stomach every night

like scattering bats in disrupted flight

the idea of ideas and tired points to pierce the skin

little children lining up and losing all of their time


Losing all their time


I don't have the time for my own lifetime

when you blink my stay here is over

batting those long eyelashes, baby save yourself the trouble


And separate from this strangling cable

I have won victory over death

won like an automatic weapon

fingers itching, itching for my trigger


I am a firearm, a machine gun


Walk this tired planet, make sand castles in the tide

I am not my own, so I will not call this place my home

I do not belong to me, and I do not have a care to see

my hands reaching out for wind,

like you're reaching out for wind


Counting the days, counting the scars

counting the miles to get this far

and looking back at nothing, looking back at nothing

and I turn to look up at your flags laughing

thinking of how sad it is to see you capture butterflies in mason jars


I rip my rib cage open and proclaim, I belong to Christ