"I wonder if our fingerprints fill each other’s empty spaces
when we put our hands together.
I want our bodies to move like flowers opening.
Are you afraid of the vastness of the universe
or the humble ones inside of your bloodstream?
When you walk outside in the middle of the night
and it’s snowing and it’s fifteen degrees,
do you run to your car
or do you stop for a moment to smile at the sky?
Have you reached the peak of the mountain?
Is it everything you’d hoped it would be?
I think if we were trees we’d be willows
and we’d let children swing on our branches.
I’m whispering into the air hoping you will hear me:
Your soul is my soul’s home."
"There are no beautiful surfaces without a terrible depth."
"I was quiet, but I was not blind."
"Bury your past.
Let flowers grow
where they lay."