I'm Writing Mostly To Thank

Like Our Parents Always Told Us Not To Like Firefighters Warn Against We're Playing Games And Making The Rules Up As We Go We're Matching Warmth To Warmth Starting Fires Burning Wishes Into Our Skin We're Hidden Holding Forbidden Lights We're Children Whose Fathers Have Never Taught Never Touch But We're Finding These New Flames We Smother At The Sound Of Footsteps.

When Allowed To Return To The Class, Your Feelings Of Humility And Lonesomeness Will Render You A Much Finer Student And Person.

Poetry [is] More Necessary Than Ever As A Fire To Light Our Tongues.

We Start Out As Little Bits Of Disconnected Dust.

Getting Over What You Did To Me Is Not Why I Get Out Of Bed Anymore.