I Was Always Mortified.didn't They

...you Know The Mistrust Of Heights Is The Mistrust Of Self, You Don't Know Whether You're Going To Jump.

She Was A Beautiful Woman Dragging A Crippled Foot And I Was That Foot. I Was Bricks Sewn Into The Hem Of Her Clothes, I Was A Steel Dress

Just Because A Poet Said Something Didn’t Mean It Was True, Only That It Sounded Good.

And If There Is No God? You Act As If There Is, And It's The Same Thing.

Whenever She Thought She Could Not Feel More Alone, The Universe Peeled Back Another Layer Of Darkness.