"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."

-John Blase