I fold the paper through their weld so my face and their towers refuse to sit. The towel goes in a drawer. I do not burn it. Fire is a speech. I try anyway. I almost call Jono to say it was only a song. I call the drummer I try anyway. The sentence comes back thinner. I stop it halfway. Granite will not help. Vicky is not a burnt offering. Alia does not get the response clip. I try anyway. I invented a tradition that wanted to look old. I do not get to make it innocent by force. I try anyway, in the room with the heater, which is the only church I trust. I try anyway. I try anyway. I try anyway.
