Let there be seasons so that our tongues will be rich in asparagus and limes.
The body is a damn hard thing to kill.
Let there be a heaven so that man may outlive his grasses.
being sixteen in the pants I died full of questions
You lay, a small knuckle on my white bed; lay, that fist like a snail, small and strong at my breast. Your lips are animals; you are fed with love. At first, hunger is not wrong.
Fee-fi-fo-fum - Now I'm borrowed. Now I'm numb.