The future is a fog that is still hanging out over the sea, a boat that floats home or does not.
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.
Let there be seasons so that our tongues will be rich in asparagus and limes.
I think it will be a miracle if I don't someday end up killing myself.
The man inside of woman ties a knot so that they will never again be separate.
When I'm writing, I know I'm doing the thing I was born to do.