Fool Number 1

Hope grabs me by the throat—

Stops my blood and my breath.

Your words strike chords that

Sound like sincerity.

I believe you.

I believe in you.

I believe you are astonishing.

Hope grabs me by the throat—

Stops my blood and my breath.

And when you drop me, I shatter. 

Yet somehow, you are also my glue.

Pieces.

Piece me together.

We’re a piece of work.

Hope grabs me by the throat—

Stops my blood and my breath.