This morning I woke in a blanket of tears
a nice crocheted blanket
Of tears made from many years
Tears filled into a body, frozen in winter
Painfully melting in the slow of spring
I’d rather not leave this bed
I’d rather not Joe
I’d rather not start another blanket
For hope will soon again be dosed
by the cause and not the cure
I’d prefer to lay here and cry for all the injustice
Then to walk right into it
It is excruciatingly intolerable
During this melting spring
Numb me into winter
Where I cannot feel a thing
Watch me from your high rise Joe
Your custom gold and Ivory tower
Watch me as the blanket unfolds
Every waking hour
Souldier Girl 