Birds Falling Out Of The Sky - Lauren Bousfield

The world is full of loss: a ward, a furnace lining

Heart stuffed with ashes — a carousel

Are you ever really there are you always fucking scared

And there’s no audience here — stop crying

The moon is beautiful and I want to see you hope

Where am I buried

It’s okay if you didn’t know what to do and the world didn’t have room for you

We make so much from how little we have

It’s hard to imagine growing old and contented

Shouldn’t take the form of a song

The landscape changes every fucking dayaching everyday

It’s okay if you didn’t know what to do

And if the world didn’t have room for you we make so much from how little we

have

The barometers of freedom are mostly ads

And the language is caught up in everything I don’t want for us

Do you see your trauma in a narrative?

I wish you didn’t yeah

I wish you’d stop naming it

Putting borders around it

Branding it

Weaponizing it

I miss wanting to go outside

I don’t want to do this

Hope