If you ever reach enlightenment. will you remember how to laugh?

Autumn is the hardest season. The leaves are all falling, and they're falling like they're falling in love with the ground.

And we were Banksy on an overpass in New Orleans spray-painting porch lights on the hurricane. We were welcome mats for the un-forgiven. We never sold our windpipes to make a living. We were the letters sent to the wrong address, but opened anyway. We opened anyway.

My mouth is a fire escape. The words coming out don’t care that they are naked. There is something burning in there.

How many wars will it take us to learn that only the dead return?

she's wondering how many women are walking around this world feeling the tingling of their amputated wings remembering what it was to fly to sing

Last night I saw your ghost pedalling a bicycle with a basket towards a moon as full as my heavy head and I wanted nothing more than to be sitting in that basket like ET with my glowing heart glowing right through my chest and my glowing finger pointing in the direction of our home.