“my eyes
are so thin the copper shines
behind them”

“I woke wanting
to be dismantled. I woke aching
for paper limbs”

“Some music is out to get you.”

“Something I carry with me, my breath, something closer. An anxiety”

“A wide field, my body: both floodbait,
both places where things once grew”

“the oven hangs open like an interrupted sentence”

“The way the north will always be jealous of the south”

“The gnawed apple core,
nameless body in the river”

“just like a wedding but without the groom”

“I could remember every word to every song Prince ever wrote. Sign.”

“our shared cultural vocabulary in relation to the body and human expression”

“Give me enough time
& I’ll anvil your kidneys, lose your memory for you.”

“the smell of leather jackets, sweat, and clove cigarettes.”

“People from Scotland are the nicest.”

“An urn of salt mixed with bright ash. Someone knocks inside me –”

“They were the perfect reminder that creating music doesn’t always have to be so serious”

“her flesh always fanning the furnace breath back”

“Maybe you should just listen to it yourself, and tell me what else it is”

“(there are no enemies in this story.)”

“i call it another grave to dig inside myself.”