What Gods do you believe in? I'll build you a temple of mirrors so you can see them.

To think, a sweater, is made entirely of knots. My stomach could clothe a village.

What Gods do you believe in? I'll build you a temple of mirrors so you can see them.

Remind me that the most fertile lands were built by the fires of volcanoes.

I’d cut my soul into a million different pieces just to form a constellation to light your way home. I’d write love poems to the parts of yourself you can’t stand. I’d stand in the shadows of your heart and tell you I’m not afraid of your dark.

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.

The trauma said, ‘Don’t write these poems. Nobody wants to hear you cry about the grief inside your bones.