Even so, I must admire your skill. You are so gracefully insane.

Let God be some tribal female who is known but forbidden.

I hoard books. They are people who do not leave.

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.

God has a brown voice, as soft and full as beer.

Let there be seasons so that our tongues will be rich in asparagus and limes.

Sometimes I fly like an eagle but with the wings of a wren