"The world breaks everyone and afterward many are strong at the broken places."
"clocks tick and i can’t cry anymore, you
kissed me until my mouth was bruised, i
want to peel my skin off and stitch it on
monuments in Germany, i want you to
think of me when white lightning rips the
sky in half, he doesn’t remind me of broken
sunsets dyed in electric orange, he smells
like onions and mint gum, when you touch
my thighs i think volcanoes are erupting,
this poem is the shortest novel in history,
i once met a boy with almond eyes who
knew twelve different languages but will
never speak the language of love, i hope
you still ask cashiers their name, does
she smell like soap and cheap lipstick?
i thought you could set the sky on fire
with the way you said my name, i think
you’re going to live in my bones forever"