“I have lost my smile,but don't worry.The dandelion has it.”

“Dandelions don't tell no lies...”

“But my brain winds and wends. Back and forth. Up and down. It feels like the county fair has inhabited my mind-- complete with sketchy rides, carnies, and sugar-amped kids crying over lost balloons. So loud and disorienting. I want it to pack up and move on to the next town. I want my mind to be an open grassy field again with crickets and dandelions.”

“…I have changed/I am a dandelion puffball blur. My hair,/scribbles of white lines. My face. Lines/crisscross and zigzag my face./My eyes. I am looking into eyes/whose color has turned lighter, hazy brown./Wind and time are blowing me out." –Maxine Hong Kingston”

“I have crossed an oceanI have lost my tonguefrom the root of the old onea new one has sprung”

“i decapitated dandelions all morning, leaving carnage and death strewn into my path.”