Sometimes the soul takes pictures of things it has wished for, but never seen.
being sixteen in the pants I died full of questions
In a dream you are never eighty.
Women tell time by the body. They are like clocks. They are always fastened to the earth, listening for its small animal noises.
Let there be seasons so that our tongues will be rich in asparagus and limes.
Sometimes I fly like an eagle but with the wings of a wren