Moonlight making crosses on your body, and me putting my mouth on every one.

Love always wakes the dragon and suddenly flames everywhere.

The way you slam your body into mine reminds me I’m alive, but monsters are always hungry, darling.

Here I am leaving you clues. I am singing now while Rome burns. We are all just trying to be holy. My applejack, my silent night, just mash your lips against me. We are all going forward. None of us are going back.

Sometimes you get so close to someone you end up on the other side of them.

Let me tell you what I do know: I am more than one thing, and not all of those things are good. The truth is complicated. It’s two-toned, multi-vocal, bittersweet. I used to think that if I dug deep enough to discover something sad and ugly, I’d know it was something true. Now I’m trying to dig deeper. I didn’t want to write these pages until there were no hard feelings, no sharp ones. I do not have that luxury. I am sad and angry and I want everyone to be alive again. I want more landmarks, less landmines. I want to be grateful but I’m having a hard time with it.

Moonlight making crosses on your body, and me putting my mouth on every one.