my days don’t feel quite rightif you don’t send me a song.what else should i hearwhile emptying my heartof ghosts? my bones needsomething that will burrowdeeply, and remind them thathome can be outside of this body.and this body needs to rememberthat men have died for the songsof some women, so a moment ofshattering for you is a mere dropin the oceans i have swallowedwhile waiting for revolutionsthat become my lullabies(photo by Oladimeji Odunsi via unsplash)