Oh, darling, let your body in, let it tie you in, in comfort.

Somebody who should have been born is gone.

Poems aren't postcards to send home.

In a letter (no matter how quickly it is written or honestly or freely or lovingly) it is more possible to be loving and lovable, more possible to reach out and to take in ... I feel I have somehow deceived you into thinking this is really a human relationship. It is a letter relationship between humans.

It would be pleasant to be drunk.

I love you. You are closest to my heart, closer than any other human being. You are my extension. You are my prayer. You are my belief in God. For better or worse you inherit me.

...became a woman who learned her own skin and dug into her soul and found it full.