Walk through this with me. Through this church birthed of blood and muscle where every move our arms take, every breath we swallow is worship. Bend with me. There are bones in our throats. If we choke it is only on songs.

We are ghosts, hungry for something bigger than what our lips are kissing.

Love is a broken vase whose shape everyone remembers differently.

I know sometimes, that all it takes to be invincible, is to know you are such.

My heart was too big for my body, so I let it go.

Believe me when I tell you my soul has squeezed into narrow spaces.

Walk through this with me. Through this church birthed of blood and muscle where every move our arms take, every breath we swallow is worship. Bend with me. There are bones in our throats. If we choke it is only on songs.