if it's good,
in my heart,
like Pepsi,
and a dinner date,
a cool breeze,
and sweet relief,
then no one can stop me,
in spite of being bloody.
standing in a puddle
on Sherbrooke and Saint whatnot,
when the rain starts,
surprising me again,
making my shoulders smile
like life is right,
at least right now
in this lonely, lovely, living place
where fights are good and bad.
I am a brave drunk near the city limits,
and Liz used to be Elizabeth,
registering with the weight of life,
saying "I am, too."
gosh darn, my hold it all together,
and I never want to see another night
as long as my life lives forever,
far from many eyes,
and when the darkness comes for me,
it comes for you.