Fitzgerald Says We Beat On

I think what really matters is

how well we deal with life

after change.

parking meters

mete

on

and we put change in

and we keep going.

The sun comes up and

we deal

with

that.

As yesterday’s thoughts burn into

something we have to do,

as our feet indent the ground

proving existence,

as we realize that what we say

IS

a permanent stamp,

we act

or

we don’t.

we burn like a ghost in a closet,

screaming,

or we plunder our strength

and scrape it out of

every bone,

every hair,

every finger,

every toe,

every piece of our heart,

every wrinkle of our brains,

and we fucking fight,

to keep ourselves,

ourselves,

ourselves.