Why not laugh again, and let your joy be my monument?

I am protective of the gentle slope of stomach bulging like an early pregnancy, at my waist. I've earned its existence with everything I've been forced to swallow.

I see reverence and doubt not as ends of a seesaw but more like spaces on a coil that rotates in continuum.

Nostalgia is best cured via horse whipping.

those of us who've seen miracles know how to ask. if you asked, do you love me, i almost certainly don't love you.

Editing fiction is like using your fingers to untangle the hair of someone you love.

Perchance, one day you wake in a tubof cold blood come warm. Then, will you letthis whole forest of hurt love you?

there are people capable of eating popcorn at the movie of your agony

i’m going to love again so quietlyno one will know i’m home.

You fill a hungry place shaped like your darkness.