Darling, hasn’t it been a good year?
Someone called you home and then moved houses
And your walls did not break down
Is that not proof that
you’re made of the hard stuff
that makes magic what it is?
Does it not make you want to chase out
these ghosts of people who do not deserve
the smell of your skin out of your body?
Does it not make you queen, again and again?
Darling it has been a good year, hasn’t it?
They thawed away your heart
and you didn’t melt into a ball of despair
Aren’t you just fucking amazing?