Our souls are for sewing

this planet is too small
to have so many enemies

let's unclench our tight fists
and dowse our burning torches

let's practice counting 
to 100,000 before screaming 

my love, come join me
in becoming a healer

~cover your body in flowers
~soak your tongue in honey
~turn your heart into a chapel

and together we can
form an army of weavers

who pledge t…