I am teaching... This year it's kind of like having a love affair with a rhinoceros.
Love your self's self where it lives.
Death, I need my little addiction to you. I need that tiny voice who, even as I rise from the sea, all woman, all there, says kill me, kill me.
Our eyes are full of terrible confessions.
Thief!- how did you crawl into, crawl down alone into the death I wanted so badly and for so long.
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