You see, I take the parts that I remember and stitch them back together to make a creature that will do what I say or love me back.

Everyone needs a place. It shouldn't be inside of someone else.

I'm bleeding, I'm not just making conversation.

Actually, you said Love, for you, is larger than the usual romantic love. It’s like a religion. It’s terrifying. No one will ever want to sleep with you.

Everything affects my poetry, every day something happens that changes me forever. I’m susceptible and plastic, thin-skinned and moody.

Who am I? I'm just a writer. I write things down. I walk through your dreams and invent the future. Sure, I sink the boat of love, but that comes later. And yes, I swallow glass, but that comes later.

Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake and dress them in warm clothes again.