We believers in softness here Believe in imagination, the color pink Believe in ‘fuck the police’ poetry Believe in our hearts as heaven I believe in bath time I believe in bubbles on my nose And warm warm water I believe in my bed. I love my bed But sometimes I'm afraid That if I die everyone will be too tired To remember my name So I take care of my little body You, take care of your little body Take care So when all we have left is each other's song And unknotted curls And clammy hands We can rejoice and dance for having loved our skin so well For having found finally at the end a healthy way to hold Take care And repeat it Ritual, until the syllabes run on sentence down your spine So that when the next deaths come, because they will We will have vigour enough to remember their names Speak them angel into our pillows at night And wear them in our hair in the morning