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.

There is a point when tears don't work to wash things away anymore. Grabbing for breath has now broken my fingers.

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

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

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

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

Stop congregating in the valley just because an echo sounds good when it agrees with itself.