In the winter all the geeese
Huddle in the water where the sewerage leaks
They just want to stay warm and so do we
And the whirring of cicadas is drowning out our tears
and the rushing of the maple tress is dampening our fears
My fingernails are bleeding
and the wall paper is tearing
Every little in was covered
By the happiness of flowers
and we’re shredding it back to the bones every beam exposed
We’re blowing off the roof and
The stars at night- they’re blinding and alive