"I want to live in a world not prettified
but beautiful, the one that is actually here
tart as wintergreen and rough as granite.
I want to live in a world of cashmere
and cleavage coupled with lonely churches beside
old cemeteries overgrown with moss.
I can’t breathe in the world of red bows,
the one where truth is thin and castrated, where
God’s mercies are forever sweet and swift.
I want to die in a world where it rains,
where when the sky clears there are always ribbons.
God’s justice may be slow, but it’s sure."