You can call me an angry ghost when I'm gone, or laugh into my disposition. But my mom will still see me as her wide-eyed wanderer out behind the garage inventing ways to fend off dog attacks that will probably never happen.

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

The future gets no say in who we are.

Forte is French… for blanket fort.

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

Even good hearts know how to turn bad touch and genocide into clichés just to make room for more comfort.

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