i'm at a loss for words i'm at a loss for words about did you see what the whales are doing? in my bullet proof vest i went into the school yard of my dreams. there, they say every wound is a firework. i celebrate. i celebrate. holding my escaped uterus. then, the tv became a siren so we carried it out to the front yard in order to sleep. to you & yours & yours & yours & whoever's job it will be to hang the moon when i am gone. these were precedented times.