I am the open, empty palm. You may call it ingratitude, bearing no gifts, but I call it half of a handshake.

“I put my deodorant on like I’m painting my armpits with a paintbrush. Art is ev…”

“A brick could be flipped over and turned endlessly. But it still won’t start yo…”

“It’s a cliff, and I’ll jump, Don’t call it a bluff, or call my bluff. And don’t…”

“My grandpa passed a few days ago. But I’m not sad. He was only driving 20 miles…”