Yesterday I did not want to be borrowed but this is the typewriter that sits before me and love is where yesterday is at.

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

She is so naked and singular. She is the sum of yourself and your dream. Climb her like a monument, step after step. She is solid.

women are born twice.

Talk to me about sadness. I talk about it too much in my own head but I never mind others talking about it either; I occasionally feel like I tremendously need others to talk about it as well.

Images are probably the most important part of the poem. First of all you want to tell a story, but images are what are going to shore it up and get to the heart of the matter.

Death's in the good-bye.