“I am the rotting. The rotten.“

“My legs / were one-thousand-year / comets. They were / archangels.”

“Is there anything sweeter than the juice / trickling down my fingers, dripping into the sink / as I savour this stolen moment of calm?”

“This is my sorry, I mean story. / This is my blanket of fog and clocks.”

“They are people, strung up / Like medieval torture”

“someone else has trouble / with a line break, but then there goes / the syllable count”

“You can say this / is about beauty / but it’s about spit”

“If I was waiting in line behind Sue Bird at the post office, I would tell her she is the exception.”