Do you like me?” No answer. Silence bounced, fell off his tongue and sat between us and clogged my throat. It slaughtered my trust. It tore cigarettes out of my mouth. We exchanged blind words, and I did not cry, I did not beg, but blackness filled my ears, blackness lunged in my heart, and something that had been good, a sort of kindly oxygen, turned into a gas oven.

Fee-fi-fo-fum - Now I'm borrowed. Now I'm numb.

In a dream you are never eighty.

... and my love stays bitterly glowing, spasms of it will not sleep, and I am helpless and thirsty and need shade but there is no one to cover me- not even God.

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.

The man inside of woman ties a knot so that they will never again be separate.

Give me your skin as sheer as a cobweb, let me open it up and listen in and scoop out the dark.