It would be pleasant to be drunk.

Sometimes I fly like an eagle but with the wings of a wren

Emerald as heavy as a golf course, ruby as dark as an afterbirth, diamond as white as sun on the sea.

sorrow is easier than guilt.

I am stuffing your mouth with your promises and watching you vomit them out upon my face.

Women tell time by the body. They are like clocks. They are always fastened to the earth, listening for its small animal noises.

Maybe I am becoming a hermit, opening the door for only a few special animals? Maybe my skull is too crowded and it has no opening through which to feed it soup?