This is one goes out to the friends,
who help me penetrate the walls with my voice
from pain, joy, or otherwise
To the ones who stare at the shower drain,
wondering how clean they have to be
to feel the warmth of someone else
This one goes out to the bottles,
who didn’t take it personally
when I threw them against the wall
To the Saints of Sound,
who save us every night
from self-inflicted crucifixion
This one goes out to the fighters,
Who work the midnight shift,
so their bones ache instead of their stomach
To the sun who will bless us with vitamin D,
so we can be what we want to be.