I suffer for birds and fireflies but not frogs, she said, and threw him across the room. Kaboom! Like a genie out of a samovar, a handsome prince arose in the corner of the bedroom.

Yes I try to kill myself in small amounts, an innocuous occupation. Actually I'm hung up on it.

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.

Be careful of words, / ... they can be both daisies and bruises.

And tonight our skin, our bones, that have survived our fathers, will meet, delicate in the hold, fastened together in an intricate lock. Then one of us will shout, "My need is more desperate!" and I will eat you slowly with kisses even though the killer in you has gotten out.

Sometimes the soul takes pictures of things it has wished for, but never seen.

Well, one gets out of bed and the planets don't always hiss or muck up the day, each day.