“One tornado I lived through got the house.”

You loved me gray sweatpants and I loved you drunk on stouts and I am velveeta mac and cheese.

Good morning. The sun is 93 million miles away her light takes 8 minutes to find you each day. You are on purpose.

I want you as a lemon the waiter brings on a tiny white plate. I want him to watch while I squeeze you into my mouth and swallow the rind.

The point is that I loved.

The uncharted territory of the western amazon is called the mother of god.

When I was six I fell on a broken window. Once I realized no one was coming I stopped screaming and pulled the shard from my middle. This is life for some of us. This has been life for me.

The most revolutionary act women can do is take back the life that belongs to you.

My entire life I’ve waited for a man to teach the world how to treat me and if he’d step in and convince them all.

I should now admit I once made a fake account just to talk to you once more.

It finally happened like I thought it might I run into you.

Hour 36 of labor. I pull at god’s necktie dig a hole at the hospital floor.

You can’t go to a kindergarten teacher after me.

The argentinian kisses me on a beach in tulum.

May my children never read this.

You’re rolling me in coffee hands I’m u-turn smoked rubber coming back- oh I’m spent, ask on the still.

When I reached for what I wanted, they said I left my needs behind. But if all birds need is on the ground why then do they fly?

The perfect date for me would be staying at home, making a big picnic in bed, eating Wotsits and cookies while watching cable TV.

You can’t live with no passion, no zeal: get up, go to work, come home, do it all again. That flame won’t grow without you stirring it.

More than anything else, I want the folks back at home to think right of me.

Make me feel at home, if you really care, scratch my back and run your pretty fingers through my hair.

It’s always good to come back home.

It’s always good to come back home.

Go back and take care of yourself. Your body needs you, your feelings need you, your perceptions need you. Your suffering needs you to acknowledge it. Go home and be there for all these things.

Any place I hang my head is home.