Daniel Fitzgerald


Daniel Fitzgerald

Completely fucked
Being drawn out of ourselves
Even though we don't want to be

Conversation unspools
We're a mess
A revelation
Made in dim light
Suddenly calmer
Strange isn't it?

The texture of us
All our failures behind the border
We should keep going
The brightness glowing in us
The strength of our grip
What else do we have out here?

I know this about myself
I just wish it wasn't true
We're not getting unfucked anytime soon