Publisher's Synopsis
"Were you proud of the way you turned them against me, as if I were the predator? This is not a poem about how much I hate you, or how broken I am; it's a celebration of reclamation and budding wings! of not feeling sick to my stomach every time a new man touches me, of not running from soft music and lit candles as if they are the fires of hell."- Wing Buds [pt. 2]"In a state of mind every bit as broken as 36 years of trampled eggshells, she told me she loved me. It was only the second time I'd ever seen her, but I had no doubt that those words were the closest things to truth that she owned." - For Teri
