If you can't get down with redemption-- If you can't get down
with resurrection, if you can't heal with an egg or crack for
then tell me about the way fjords burn under pagan rituals.
tell me about the aurora borealis scattering sky to everyone
in gaping wonder.
Give me a shaking excuse for why your aunt just wants to
point and laugh, why your uncle shouts "praise jesus" every
eight minutes. We don't need church fans out on the street,
we don't need reinterpretation systems for our favorite
music, we don't need a swab down for job interviews,
though it probably won't hurt--
--a day is just when you are off
work and you trust the boss
hand greasy with coupons,
opportunities. Parents always nudging.
and a crammed up road, tell me about the
persons shaking their fist out the side of their
vehicle, blocking my bus
burning my skin,
but the warmth
keeping me from cussing them out