“The moth doesn’t hear him, flies right back to the dads’ flamethrowers and you can’t stop it, can’t stop anything. To the moth all fire is sun.”

“She is either the trickster god of the desert or a divine messenger. Neither option is welcome, especially now.”

“In the spring of 2020, when the lockdown began, Liz still owned the ax that broke down her childhood front door…”

“under house lights you move / through hallways backstage like it’s a sin / to inhabit your own skin”

“I am a God fearing man / depending on who asks / But between you and me / God does not exist”

“Even if it’s just a small piece of me, it’s good practice for the trillions of years yet to pass in which I will not exist.”