People show us who they are, so be aware to see and listen.
What would life look like
without the rose coloured glasses?
I pass him
wanting to stab a fork in his eye.
I have been caught by life, and by lust and by travel and by my vocation–sternly and strongly by my hair and I have followed her.
No, one would never choose to grow a being and lose that being.
To all those boys and men who think that just because you came that sex is finished — it isn’t.
This is the kind of love I know I deserve.
You ran — you ran and you didn’t look back.
Go eat some tufo and yell at someone else.
The black of your eyes is from the moon, the speckles are freckles of the stars.