Your Heart, Bessie, Is An

If A Body Catch A Body Coming Through The Rye.

I Can’t Explain What I Mean. And Even If I Could, I’m Not Sure I’d Feel Like It.

In Every School I've Gone To, All The Athletic Bastards Stick Together.

Poets Are Always Taking The Weather So Personally.

She Said She Knew She Was Able To Fly Because When She Came Down She Always Had Dust On Her Fingers From Touching The Light Bulbs.