"Like Pacman in the eighties, she swallows my ghosts. Slaps me on my dark side and says, “Baby, this is the best day ever!” So I stop listening for the sound of the ocean inside the shells of bullets I hope missed us to see there are white flags from the tips of her toes to her tear ducts. And I can wear her halos as handcuffs cause I don’t wanna be a witness to this life. I want to be charged and convicted, ear lifted to her song like a bouquet of YES because my heart is a parachute that has never opened in time and I wanna fuck up that pattern- leave a hole where the cold comes in and fill it every day with her sun. Cause anyone who has ever sat in lotus for more than a few seconds knows it takes a hell of a lot more muscle to stay than to go."