And don't worry about your lineage poetic or natural.

My heart is in my/ pocket. It is poems by Pierre Reverdy.

oh god it’s wonderful to get out of bed and drink too much coffee and smoke too many cigarettes and love you so much

But it is good to be several floors up in the dead of night wondering whether you are any good or not and the only decision you can make is that you did it.

There is a geography which holds its hands just so far from the breast and pushes you away, crying so.

The artificial is always innocent.

Grace / to be born and live as variously as possible