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.

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.

We both spend our money on things that break too easily like… people.

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

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

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

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