Take Care

We believers in softness here

Believe in imagination, the color pink

Believe in ‘fuck the police’ poetry

Believe in our hearts as heaven

I believe in bath time

I believe in bubbles on my nose

And warm warm water

I believe in my bed. I love my bed

But sometimes I'm afraid

That if I die everyone will be too tired

To remember my name

So I take care of my little body

You, take care of your little body

Take care

So when all we have left is each other's song

And unknotted curls

And clammy hands

We can rejoice and dance for having loved our skin so well

For having found finally at the end a healthy way to hold

Take care

And repeat it

Ritual, until the syllabes run on sentence down your spine

So that when the next deaths come, because they will

We will have vigour enough to remember their names

Speak them angel into our pillows at night

And wear them in our hair in the morning