Google tells me she loves American football, and I wonder what twist of data gave her this quirk, this sweet brave way in which she diverges from me, diverts surveillance, leads the advertisers astray.

I am not comparing myself to Creator; I am only saying I am made of water; I am only saying I flow to the sea.

My knees, hips, knuckles, and spine were strung by an amateur marionette maker.

The neurologist says, The world must be dreamed
before it can be seen—

...I can only imagine this kind of grief
and I do.

" Children waiting in empty
lots and melting sandcastles,
enduring as monster-flowers
–monsters, to hurt what hurts
–flowers, to want to live."