"Whatever, just don't burn the roux."
"Swallowing the sun, chasing the moon in back-alley rituals, lying in freedom's name."
"Now that boy, grown into man, still carries the message on his forearm."
"They made me dance the voodoo mambo, zombie limbo, head like a chicken pecking at feed."
"...and better to feel the flames slow cook me..."
"The energy and hunger . . . insane."
"Jewels in our eyes, faded by fear."
"The flowers will bloom if you want them, too."
"A few sit back and watch everything unfold."
"Very few people know me well, even most that think they do...don't."