life is a trick, life is a kitten in a sack.
It was as if a morning-glory had bloomed in her throat, and all that blue and small pollen ate into my heart, violent and religious
I am a collection of dismantled almosts.
Even so, I must admire your skill. You are so gracefully insane.
...became a woman who learned her own skin and dug into her soul and found it full.
For I could not read or speak and on the long nights I could not turn the moon off or count the lights of cars across the ceiling.