We Start Out As Little Bits Of

I'm Not Interested In Who Suffered The Most. I'm Interested In People Getting Over It.

A Poem Is A Cup Of Words Open To The Sky And Wind In A Bucket.

For You Who Came So Far; For You Who Held Out, Wearing A Black Scarf To Signify Grief; For You Who Believe True Love Can Find You Amidst This Atlas Of Tears Linking One Town To Its Own Memory Of Mortar, When It Was Still A Dream To Be Built And People Moved There, Believing, And Someone With Sky And Birds In His Heart Said This Would Be A Good Place For A Park.

Where We Live In The World Is Never One Place. Our Hearts, Those Dogged Mirrors, Keep Flashing Us Moons Before We Are Ready For Them.

I Support All People On Earth Who Have Bodies Like And Unlike My Body, Skins And Moles And Old Scars, Secret And Public Hair, Crooked Toes. I Support Those Who Have Done Nothing Large.