WIP

"There's no money in poetry, but theirs no poetry in money, either"
                                                                      -Robert Graves

Art is for the poor and the broken
like Jesus
like salvation
like the only reason i'm living
like sometimes i scribble poetry across my skin and confuse it for veins
i confuse my scattered thoughts for breathing
confused my words for meaning
I guess im confused
I thought I used my tongue was used for saving