"I peeled / a banana. And cursed God—His arrogance, / His gall—to still expect our devotion / after creating love."
“I want to be unabashed, audacious, to gobble / space, to blush deeper each day in the sun, knowing / I’ll end up in an eager mouth.”
"And why should we not thank the sun / for life and warmth it lavishes on all / regardless of caste or class"
"on the days I want to be alive I tell myself I deserve a marching band / or at least a string section to announce my arrival