Okay, so I’m the dragon. Big deal. You still get to be the hero..

I woke up in the morning and I didn’t want anything, didn’t do anything, couldn’t do it anyway, just lay there listening to the blood rush through me….

I'm bleeding, I'm not just making conversation..

Everything affects my poetry, every day something happens that changes me forever. I’m susceptible and plastic, thin-skinned and moody..

Here I am leaving you clues. I am singing now while Rome burns. We are all just trying to be holy. My applejack, my silent night, just mash your lips….

Here I am in a rabbit run, here I am in a valley of pine, waiting for you to find me. I could pretend I’m speaking to everyone—assume a middle distan….

I wouldn’t kill your pony. I’d like to believe it, anyway. I’d like to believe I wouldn’t drag you out in to the woods and leave you there, either. S….

I am singing now while Rome burns..

From the landscape: a sense of scale. From the dead: a sense of scale..

Wearing your clothes or standing in the shower for over an hour, pretending that this skin is your skin, these hands your hands, these shins, these s….

I swear, I end up feeling empty, like you've taken something out of me and I have to search my body for scars..

I’ve been rereading your story. I think it’s about me in a way that might not be flattering, but that’s okay. We dream and dream of being seen as we ….

Oh, the things we invent when we are scared and want to be rescued..

I'm saying your name in the grocery store, I'm saying your name on the bridge at dawn. Your name like an animal covered with frost, your name like a ….

Who am I? I'm just a writer. I write things down. I walk through your dreams and invent the future. Sure, I sink the boat of love, but that comes lat….

Hello, darling. Sorry about that. Sorry about the bony elbows, sorry we lived here, sorry about the scene at the bottom of the stairwell and how I ru….

A kid under a tablecloth insists he’s a ghost. A table underneath a tablecloth is, I guess, like the rest of us, only pretending to be invisible..

For a while I thought I was the dragon. I guess I can tell you that now. And, for a while, I thought I was the princess, cotton candy pink, sitting t….

This is where the evening splits in half, Henry, love or death. Grab an end, pull hard, and make a wish..

You wanted happiness, I can’t blame you for that, and maybe a mouth sounds idiotic when it blathers on about joy but tell me you love this, tell me y….

Everyone needs a place. It shouldn't be inside of someone else..