We looked like a parade barely moving toward YOU MIGHT GET LOST.

I don't know these people and they aren't my flowers.

I don't want my daughter to be educated. I think women should just be decorative.

God-forsaken is beautiful, too.

Finding is losing something else. I think about, perhaps even mourn, what I lost to find this

Boo, Forever Spinning like a ghost on the bottom of a top, I'm haunted by all the space that I will live without you.

All of us have a place in history. Mine is clouds.