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.

So guess what, if I ever have my own team I am picking everyone first even the worst kid and the kid with the stutter like a skipping record 'cause I know all of us are scratched, even if you can't hear it when we speak.

Sometimes the most healing thing to do is remind ourselves over and over and over, other people feel this too.

You can find me on the moon waxing and waning. My heart full of petals, every single one begging 'Love me, love me, love me. Whoever I am. Whoever I become.'

A doctor once told me I feel too much. I said, so does god. that’s why you can see the grand canyon from the moon.

I’ve written this poem before but always through a window, never through an open door.

I intend to leave this life so shattered there's gonna have to be a thousand separate heavens for all of my flying parts