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I turned around to see—Little Richard!
The storm had picked up to a level three or four hurricane and was moving fast toward land.
She found herself head to head with her own loneliness.
She would take a cake, her heart cake.
If you could do anything in the world, what would it be?
Most people won’t see it. This scene is probably four seconds.
A joyride that began in the mind.
I collect random lies and ingredients I’ll never use.
I didn’t want to be afraid of who I was.
You never know. That’s why you gotta live it every day.
Her position was being replaced by a software program.
What if I never dared to dream?
Clouds? The sky we had never made no clouds, bitch.
I got a $250 ticket one way to Hawaii.
I write poetry when talking isn’t enough.
The tree was a blot on the horizon or the stretch between heaven and earth.