"I jump the fence at the park, / following echoes to twist and fall back / down, down, to sink beneath the waves,
the sand, the snow closing over / eyes that don’t see, that aren’t here,"
"maybe because she was raised poor, / maybe because for the first decade of her life / mao ripped away her / expression, her roses, identity– / brainwashed, is the word she uses now, but // my mother keeps everything"
"If I were in the stands, I would see the smoke rising from the barrel of the gun, well before we will hear it go off from the starting blocks. The speed of light travels close to three hundred million meters per second faster than the speed of sound. Silence is what we’re left with."