Goddamn that holy spirit - always waiting on an invitation.
Doesn't he know that's not how things are done?
These days we Snap Chat pictures of
our tits, (mostly perfect)
and text things that are short for other things
and cartoon pictures of fireworks for, like,
I'd understand if we each had two hearts
or if true love really waited in the corridors.
Dream on, dove. Fly away.
Shit has changed.