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