
Broken for you and for many. The varied, mighty many. Many sleepy moms. Many shiny drag queens. Many loud toddlers. Many shower singers. Many map-refusers. Many dress code breakers. Many dehydrated disasters. Many girl in red listeners. Many perpetual tweet drafters. Many shoeless wonders. Many unrequited crush-havers. Many failures to pray away the truth. Many shaky hands. Many tongues without taste. Many texters and drivers. Many amateur bakers. Many people who are tired of being called brave and strong. Many invisible pains. Many frocket wearers. Many bottle cap collectors. Many scared. Many fed up. Many forgotten. Many extinguished. For you, beautiful you. And for many, the beautiful many. Thanks be to God.