Sometimes I feel like I just can't do it, and therefore, what's the point in trying. Sometimes I'm just not brave enough to accept the...

Carry me home. In a box. In a bag. In the palm of your hand. Plant me deep. Let the rain give me life. Do not share me. Keep me secret....

In the ground, tree roots smell of sex, of salt, of neither male nor female, but that of becoming, of unbecoming, one and every other...