He’s a steamroller in my life and I like to be laid out flat. I like his hands on my chest, pushing me down whenever my back turns to the span of a bridge. His...

The closest thing I have to a spiritual experience anymore is a Mocha Frappe from McDonald’s.

There’s a lamentation in the flutter of your lash.

We don’t have no say, ‘cause we was an afterthought. He yanked us up out o’ man’s ribs, but He made man out the Earth. He made him out the dirt and the mud and...