The first time my town saw the sky it sucker-punched us in the throat, left us breathless, said, I'm gonna keep you awake some nights without touching you. You'll make it up, the pain, you always do.

I am standing like shoe polish on an overstocked shelf hoping that one day someone will pick me to make things better.

...others, with halos shaped like rollercoasters you'd stand in line to ride twice.

You're a free-standing landing pad held together by choir claps.

If we were created in God’s image, then when God was a child he smushed fire ants with his fingertips and avoided tough questions.

...all these kids you can't seem to make sense of would stop holding you so far off the edge of your seats if you'd start holding yourselves to the promises you make. We know you're not perfect, because we're not. And I know I'm not perfect, but I believe I was meant to be.

If we really do get what we give then I give up, so I can get up.