The sea is mother-death and she is a mighty female, the one who wins, the one who sucks us all up.

Take your foot out of the graveyard, they are busy being dead.

You who have inhabited me in the deepest and most broken place, are going, going

Women tell time by the body. They are like clocks. They are always fastened to the earth, listening for its small animal noises.

The sea is mother-death and she is a mighty female, the one who wins, the one who sucks us all up.

I love you. You are closest to my heart, closer than any other human being. You are my extension. You are my prayer. You are my belief in God. For better or worse you inherit me.

You lay, a small knuckle on my white bed; lay, that fist like a snail, small and strong at my breast. Your lips are animals; you are fed with love. At first, hunger is not wrong.