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.

We were never tragedies. We were emergencies. You go ahead, call 9-1-1. Tell them I'm havin' a fantastic time.

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.

Jordan tattoos the words "forgive me" in thick black letters down the inside of his arm so that when he looks at his wrist he will remember not to hate himself so much. What he keeps forgetting is that there is life after survival.

The future gets no say in who we are.

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.