God owns heaven but He craves the earth.

When I'm writing, I know I'm doing the thing I was born to do.

It would be pleasant to be drunk.

I’m lost. And it’s my own fault. It’s about time I figured out that I can’t ask people to keep me found.

The grass as bristly and stout as chives and me wondering when the ground will break and me wondering how anything fragile survives

Everyone in me is a bird I am beating all my wings

If I could blame it on all the mothers and fathers of the world, they of the lessons, the pellets of power, they of the love surrounding you like batter ... Blame it on God perhaps? He of the first opening that pushed us all into our first mistakes? No, I'll blame it on Man For Man is God and man is eating the earth up like a candy bar and not one of them can be left alone with the ocean for it is known he will gulp it all down. The stars (possibly) are safe. At least for the moment. The stars are pears that no one can reach, even for a wedding. Perhaps for a death.