I swallowed a hand grenade that never stops exploding.

Even when I'm dead, I'll swim through the Earth, like a mermaid of the soil, just to be next to your bones.

I graduated first in my class from alibi school.

Once I thought I found love, but then I realized I was just out of cigarettes.

I've been ignored by prettier women than you, but none who carried the heavy pitchers of silence so far, without spilling a drop.

I realise there's something incredibly honest about trees in winter, how they're experts at letting things go.

There's two kinds of women--those you write poems about and those you don't.