

“What is it about immortality? With the right sword and shield, we think we can fend off anger, fear, and hatred. If our legs are strong enough, we think we can outrun age, loss, and death.”
― No Matter the Wreckage: Poems
― No Matter the Wreckage: Poems

“When I meet you, in that moment, I am no longer a part of your future. I start quickly becoming part of your past. But in that instant, I get to share a part of your present. And you get to share a part of mine. And that is the greatest present of all.”
― No Matter the Wreckage: Poems
― No Matter the Wreckage: Poems

“Once, she fell off of a ladder when I was three. She says all she was worried about was my face as I watched her fall.”
― No Matter the Wreckage: Poems
― No Matter the Wreckage: Poems

“...I was not born with enough fuel. My anger
often melts into sadness, it will just
disintegrate into shame or fear, my
clenched teeth release into chatter.
But you have found the right mix of
arrogance and alcohol. Place your hands
on me one more time, then again, exhale
the cigarette into my eyes, tell me again
how I’m just not understanding the point,
remind me how you are an expert, touch
my knee, my thigh, my lower back, ignore
me twice, three times, continue talking over
me with the man to my right. There is a
beast in my veins that was birthed by my
father. It is quiet, it sleeps through most
nights. Tonight, sir, my tail twitches in
the darkest caves. Be careful, darling.
Your footsteps land heavy here. Your
racket will wake the dragons.”
― No Matter the Wreckage: Poems
often melts into sadness, it will just
disintegrate into shame or fear, my
clenched teeth release into chatter.
But you have found the right mix of
arrogance and alcohol. Place your hands
on me one more time, then again, exhale
the cigarette into my eyes, tell me again
how I’m just not understanding the point,
remind me how you are an expert, touch
my knee, my thigh, my lower back, ignore
me twice, three times, continue talking over
me with the man to my right. There is a
beast in my veins that was birthed by my
father. It is quiet, it sleeps through most
nights. Tonight, sir, my tail twitches in
the darkest caves. Be careful, darling.
Your footsteps land heavy here. Your
racket will wake the dragons.”
― No Matter the Wreckage: Poems

“You can only fit so many words into a postcard.
Only so many in a phone call.
Only so many into space, before you forget that words are sometimes used for things other than filling emptiness.”
― No Matter the Wreckage: Poems
Only so many in a phone call.
Only so many into space, before you forget that words are sometimes used for things other than filling emptiness.”
― No Matter the Wreckage: Poems
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