My Cardboard Balcony

Cheers by Belinda Roddie Make me not the predictable lush, but make me flush with love at last. I strip my parts down to bolts, to a fragile anatomy, like glass pulled from salt, from sand, from a god's hand. I wish for sobriety when the world I live in is drunk off its ass and singing lullabies to sweet, sweet idiocy.

For Those Who Can by Belinda Roddie Care about others for once. Get the fucking vaccine already.