“I love to see what memories
and moments people love so fiercely
and then throw away in the trash.
Digging through these relics gives
me such a thrill.”
“I love to see what stories people wrap
around their sternum, hidden and supporting
their cage (rib cage, that is)
yet so fragile at the bottom.”
“I love to see what collections
hide in the dark for no one to
appreciate. Why do they exist?”
“I love to see what passions
lead to actions a human
never dreamed they would commit,
not even in the dark.”
“I love to see what words
Pass amongst friends around a campfire,
Pass amongst enemies intended for fire.
Pass amongst acquaintances so tired
that they would take flight as birds.”
