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.

the marriage twists, holds firm, a sailor's knot.

It is June. I am tired of being brave.

A woman / who loves a woman / is forever young.

Depression is boring, I think and I would do better to make some soup and light up the cave.

I cannot walk an inch / without trying to walk to God.

Be careful of words, / ... they can be both daisies and bruises.