“My lips touched hers, like two butterflies in the wind. Then I went home, cut off my eyelids, and I’ve been living in darkness since.”

“I’ve often been told I fight like a girl, probably because from the moment I whip off my bra, my opponent knows I mean business.”

“I taught my kid brother sign language and then cut off all his fingers. He hasn’t spoken to me since.”

“I haven’t been feeling like myself lately. No, I’ve been feeling like my clone.”

“When I see a cop’s lights behind me at two in the morning, and I have my disco ball dangling from my rearview mirror, it’s like, Hey, a party! Especially if I’ve been drinking.”

“My dreams, they all look like the back of my eyelids.”

“My dreams have wings. But not soaring eagle wings, more like the wings of a butterfly—colorful and easily ripped off. The last time my dreams got ripped off was when I shopped at Walmart, the place where freedom soars like a caterpillar under the foot of oppression.”