Status Updates From Let the World Have You

Funny, odd, never read much poetry enjoying this though

promised myself to text him when i finished this book, i'm not.

''Still, if your life really does turn out to be a cycle of starting fires, briefly worshipping them and then the next morning sifting through the charred remains for the most eccentric little chunks of wood burnt black and shiny, taking them home and lining them up on a shelf in your room.''

'' help, please, I’m trapped inside a script I wrote for myself. I can hardly feel
anything underneath these absurd robes I put on each morning, so heavy they are if not killing me exactly at least harming the sacred rabbit who lives inside me..''

'' the doorway wanted to be a goose — it truly believed it could be an excellent goose if given the chance — the tiny nervous mouth sounds wanted to be a symphony, the symptom wanted to be the whole disease,
and at the end of the night all the jokes that worked secretly wondered
how it would feel to be jokes that did not.''

'' What was the name of that month when you stopped loving yourself?
Temporarily? What time is it? Has the boat left? Yes, the boat’s left. The boat’s going on a long, slow trip up the river. Then it’s coming back.''

''I can feel my fear breathing; can you?.''

''Define sick, the atmosphere asked. So she tried: she made a whale on fire somehow still swimming and alive. See?she said. Like that, kind of.

''what I thought was love was just a shade of purple paint.''

''I didn’t realize I would have to carry my sins for so long. I was under the impression that someone would come by and, you know, take them off my hands?''

''And when you fall asleep is when I need you most desperately, because without your eyes on it this whole town disappears.''