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

Everything is out there. That's why they call it everything.

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.

If you've never been rocked back by the presence of purpose this poem is too soon for you. Return to your mediocrity, plug it into an amplifier and rethink yourself.

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

You are the home I point to that lives in my chest.

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