And Her Soul Out Of Nothing

Hey Precious, Listen

Hey Precious, Listen Now that my heart has stopped screaming it is just a tired ambulance parked on the left side of a highway six lanes thick. The driver is thinking. The driver thinks tragedy is a joke. He thinks: No accident, this. He starts thinking about a place where wingspan is not a flip of a coin, where birds pass themselves off as doorbells, where you don't have to choose between calamity and light. ...