“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?”

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.

One tornado I lived through got the house.

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.

Oh the salt water I had to sweat to realize there was an ocean inside of me.

I found my old diary tonight. A brokenness I had forgotten pen pressured so deep it punctured page. I ran my fingers over my words and there inside ridges black I found a little girl desperate for someone to save her, desperate for the very woman I have become.

This morning I tell the kindest man on earth after two dates, you are good and you are not my man. My man is not as good as you.

I know this won’t always be a good deal for me I make it anyway.

Don’t get too used to being alone.

I want to be in an Jane Austen novel with you.

God is a woman and like every woman has millions of years of men speaking for her.

I keep saying over and over. I’m sorry but I have to go now you are not my person.

I play with the nativity and tell mary she looks good in that color blue.

The day my children move out is years I can count on two hands I have them half this time years I count on one.

Without prayer, without faith in the Almighty, the civil rights movement would have been like a bird without wings.

I’m an early bird and I’m a night owl so I’m wise and I have worms.

It is not only fine feathers that make fine birds.

Time is swift, it races by; Opportunities are born and die. Still you wait and will not try – A bird with wings who dares not rise and fly.

Only a foolish dog barks at a flying bird.

Birds scream at the top of their lungs in horrified hellish rage every morning at daybreak to warn us all of the truth, but sadly we don’t speak bird.

The sun is always shining. We have oxygen, trees, birds. There’s so much good things on Earth, still. We haven’t destroyed everything.

The human race is like a bird and it needs both wings to be able to fly.