you're hearing the dull pacing of a kid who still sits waiting on idle prayers aimed at the sky answered only with a busy signal still hearing the same old answers to simple questions for new infections still living on empty prayers i feel safe next to bruises and scrapes letting signs of life take shape I'm starting to feel at home with clenched fists stiff wrists and sore bones we're endangered with new anger a great distaste that made us strong when hope fled alone in bed force fed us words to sing along we won't sit and pray about being afraid about dying alone because nothing will change