Night Sky with Exit Wounds

& remember, loneliness is still time spent with the world.

How sweet. That rain. How something that lives only to fall can be nothing but sweet.

The most beautiful part of your body is where it’s headed.

Some nights you are the lighthouse / some nights the sea / what this means is that I don't know / desire other than the need / to be shattered & rebuilt

& so what–if my feathers are burning. I never asked for flight.

Stars. Or rather, the drains of heaven – waiting. Little holes. Little centuries opening just enough for us to slip through.

If you must know anything, know that the hardest task is to live only once.

Maybe we pray on our knees because god only listens when we’re this close to the devil.

I didn't know the cost of entering a song - was to lose your way back.

Dear God, if you are a season, let it be the one I passed through to get here. Here. That's all I wanted to be. I promise.

My mother said I could be anything I wanted - but I chose to live.

Sometimes I ask for too much just to feel my mouth overflow.

Your father is only your father until one of you forgets. Like how the spine won't remember its wings no matter how many times our knees kiss the pavement. Ocean, are you listening? The most beautiful part of your body is wherever your mother's shadow falls.

Don't we touch each other just to prove we're still here?

When they ask you where you’re from, tell them your name was fleshed from the toothless mouth of a war-woman. That you were not born but crawled, headfirst— into the hunger of dogs. My son, tell them the body is a blade that sharpens by cutting.

As if my finger, / tracing your collarbone / behind closed doors, / was enough / to erase myself.

Stupid boy, You can get lost in every book but you can never forget yourself the way god forgets his hands.

You will always remember what you were doing when it hurts the most.

Everyone can forget us—as long as you remember.

Gravity breaking our kneecaps just to show us the sky.

use it to prove how the stars were always what we knew they were: the exit wounds of every misfired word

If you must know anything, know that you were born because no one else was coming.

He laughs despite knowing he has ruined every beautiful thing just to prove beauty cannot change him.

what becomes of the shepherd / when the sheep are cannibals?

...teach me how to hold a man the way thirst holds water. Let every river envy our mouths. Let every kiss hit the body like a season. Where apples thunder the earth with red hooves...

Tell me it was for the hunger & nothing less. For hunger is to give the body what it knows it cannot keep. That this amber light whittled down by another war is all that pins my hand to your chest.

I met a man tonight.... maybe I shouldn't have, but he had the hands of someone I used to know. Someone I was used to.

When our lips touched the day closed into a coffin. In the museum of the heart...

If we ever make it to shore, he says, I will name our son after this water. I will learn to love a monster

I don’t know / desire other than the need / to be shattered & rebuilt