How To Commit The Perfect

I Mean, If I Went Into My Closet, I Could Find A Previous Draft And Try To Figure That Out, But It Takes A Long Time For Me To Find The Voice To Tell A Story In. I Was Working From Other Points Of View For A Couple Years There.

There Wasn't A Lot Of Bullshit In My Heaven.

You Save Yourself Or You Remain Unsaved.

At The Tips Of The Feathers There Is Air And At Their Base: Blood. I Hold Up Bones; I Wish Like Broken Glass They Could Court Light....still I Try To Place These Pieces Back Together, To Set Them Firm, To Make Murdered Girls Live Again.

I Have Never Been Shy About Listening To The Input Of Others And Weighing It Seriously.