I'm never gonna wait that extra twenty minutes to text you back and I'm never gonna play hard to get when I know your life has been hard enough already.

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

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.

Safety isn't always safe. You can find one on every gun.

Love isn't always magic. But if I offered my body to the magician, if I told him to cut me in half so after that I could come to you whole and ask for you back would you listen for this dark alley love song? For the winter we heated our home from the steam off our own bodies?

We're boxed in and labeled before we're ever able to speak who we believe we are or who we dream we'll become.

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