women are born twice.

Talk to me about sadness. I talk about it too much in my own head but I never mind others talking about it either; I occasionally feel like I tremendously need others to talk about it as well.

sorrow is easier than guilt.

The sea is mother-death and she is a mighty female, the one who wins, the one who sucks us all up.

Some women marry houses. It's another kind of skin; it has a heart, a mouth, a liver and bowel movements.

All I am is the trick of words writing themselves.

Once I was beautiful. Now I am myself, Counting this row and that row of moccasins Waiting on the silent shelf.