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

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.

Now I'm just like everybody else, and it's so funny, the way monogamy is funny, the way someone falling down in the street is funny. I entered a revolving door and emerged as a human being. When you think of me is my face electronically blurred?

I want to rip off your logic and make passionate sense to you.

I want to whisper poetry into your mind and imprint love letters to your soul and dance with you in an empty white room of potential

I've had the wind knocked out of me, but never the hurricane