Tina Fey at the SAG Awards, January 29th
I was floating above my bed,
Like a body in a river, in car.
And the only sound in my head
was a dying cricket in a jar.
And I saw little beams of light
come into the bedroom,
from underneath the door.
And they crawled under my sheets,
and they came out of every single pore.
When I think about you,
flowers grow out of my grave
-Dead Man’s Bones (Flowers Grow Out Of My Grave)
