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

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

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.

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

...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.

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

How honest is it that we drink until we are dehydrated?