I would fall in love with you if you would beat these people out of me.

Knowing me is easy. You can still twist your hair and feel silly. Look up the word tacky and have a salad. But when we're together you pull bread apart with your fingers into bites sometimes so small I gotta remind you, Peach, it is okay to be hungry.

We can stick anything into the fog and make it look like a ghost.

Make love to me like you know I am better than the worst thing I ever did.

I choose to politely ask myself to step aside if I am in my own way. If I do not get out of my way, I choose to call a friend who will have me removed.

There was a typewriter buried alive in that horse, the one I road to get out of the flood.

But I still show up for gentleman practice in the company of lead dancers, hoping their grace will get stuck in my shoes.