I tore up and ate my own passport in an airport hotel once. I'm bloated with language I can’t afford to forget.

The sun is perfect and you woke this morning. You have enough language in your mouth to be understood. You have a name, and someone wants to call it. Five fingers on your hand and someone wants to hold it. If we just start there, every beautiful thing that has and will ever exist is possible. If we start there, everything, for a moment, is right in the world.

You are terrifying, and strange, and beautiful. Something not everyone knows how to love.

There is no intimacy like that between two women who have chosen to be sisters.

My heart is a flower blossoming out of my mouth.

I’m not sad, but the boys who are looking for sad girls always find me. I’m not a girl anymore and I’m not sad anymore. You want me to be a tragic backdrop so that you can appear to be illuminated, so that people can say ‘Wow, isn't he so terribly brave to love a girl who is so obviously sad?’ You think I’ll be the dark sky so you can be the star? I’ll swallow you whole.

I belong deeply to myself.