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

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

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.

If I didn't have so much of this life all wrong I would have gotten it right by now.

I don't care to be good, Sheriff. I care to be whole.

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.

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