"I peeled / a banana. And cursed God—His arrogance, / His gall—to still expect our devotion / after creating love."
"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
"Goldenrod, is your dying hard? I know, / I know dying's hard. Are you reaching toward, you know, or just reaching?"