"Yes, I am gonna run you a bath.
That is to say I am gonna run into the rain,
over and over, with an empty glass,
til you are soaking in the certainty
that nothing falls in vain.
Wherever we land, there will always be this “they”
where I turn off the song of my sadness, and your shame,
where I stop asking what all the crying has been about.
All I know is my name could rust entirely away
in your perfect mouth."
- Andrea Gibson, “Pansies”