Watch out for intellect, because it knows so much it knows nothing and leaves you hanging upside down, mouthing knowledge as your heart falls out of your mouth.

Women tell time by the body. They are like clocks. They are always fastened to the earth, listening for its small animal noises.

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

My death from the wrists, two name tags, blood worn like a corsage to bloom one on the left and one on the right.

Put your mouthful of words away and come with me to watch the lilies open in such a field, growing there like yachts, slowly steering their petals without nurses or clocks.

I am a collection of dismantled almosts.

Somebody who should have been born is gone.