Go down any road far enough and you'll come to a slaughterhouse, but keep going and you'll reach the sea.
You want happy endings, read cookbooks.
A poem should be odd as a small cast-iron platypus.
You start with a darkness to move through but sometimes the darkness moves through you.
Just because we have birds inside us, we don't have to be cages.
You are made of bent coat hangers, honey, gravel, epoxy and handstands. I am made of lying on the floor, the same song on repeat.