I wish I were Neko Case.
I wish I were anywhere
but here.
Last night I dreamt
that I sold my soul,
and this morning
I am so glad
I still have it, somewhere.
How will you know
I am alive
if I don't keep writing?
"Is that all you've got?!"
I scream to the sun,
an interrobang comes back
from Hashem
and I shut the fuck up.
I am glad I am here.
I am glad I am hurting.
I am listening to the mirror
and not giving up.