For some reason, my temper was hardwired to my tear ducts. I usually cried when I was angry, a humiliating tendency.
Aliens don't get stuck in air ducts. It's practically a well-known fact.
A strong woman is a woman at work, cleaning out the cesspool of the ages, and while she shovels, she talks about how she doesn't mind crying, it opens the ducts of the eyes, and throwing up develops the stomach muscles, and she goes on shoveling with tears in her nose.
We exist with a wind whispering inside and our moon flexing. Amid the ducts, inside the basilica of bones.