Zoie in Fever Dreams for the Fashionable Freak

To paint the clouds with a voice on the wind
To stitch together the patchwork world
To color old photos of black and white
To hold me shaking while I cry
She is a revolutionary
Her fists are swirls of righteous fear
She pours gasoline into paint cans
And lights them with her smile
Her laugh is the sea on a summer day
She is brilliant as rivers in the sun
Her existence shall not be dampened
For the comfort of the kings
She lifts me to the rooftops
And she teaches me to sing
She is kind and she’s relentless
With the audacity to love
She shows me the best that I could be