Somebody who should have been born is gone.
One can't build little white picket fences to keep nightmares out.
Watch out for intellect, because it knows so much it knows nothing and leaves you hanging upside down, mouthing knowledge as your heart falls out of your mouth.
Oh, darling, let your body in, let it tie you in, in comfort.
I would like a simple life / yet all night I am laying / poems away in a long box.
Women tell time by the body. They are like clocks. They are always fastened to the earth, listening for its small animal noises.