Lord please,
Is a better place for him not by my side?
If I've lost all my teeth and nails for the rights to keep him, is that not enough?
Is the way he fits right in my arms not enough proof that with me is right where he belongs?
If you've returned him to me before, then please do not take him away from me.
I beg you, with all the thorns under my knees, until my tongue is reduced to nothing but dried fruit.
Let him stay by me.
-From Jelly to Whales
