if only you could wear what you’ve survived on your
skin. if only they could see how many times you’ve had
to turn their vandalism into graffiti. if only they knew how
much work that is. to reclaim your body. to become, again, a
stable home. we, like the earth, stay busy in the art of
resurrection. we, like the earth, make new and make new again
despite unruly hands
— Donte
Collins