Lava bread makes you passionate.
Life pulls softly inside your bindings. The pod glows - dear stench.
Up against another human being one's own procedures take on definition
You remember too much," my mother said to me recently. "Why hold onto all that?" And I said, "where can I put it down?
A page with a poem on it is less attractive than a page with a poem on it and some tea stains.
All human desire is poised on an axis of paradox, absence and presence its poles, love and hate its motive energies.