We pencil-sketch our previous life so we can contrast it to the technicolor of the moment.

Once time is lit, it will burn whether or not you're breathing it in. Even after smoke becomes air, there is the memory of smoke. I am seeing as if by the light of a match, a glimpse of my life and having it feel right.

You made me lose my appetite, Boomer." "My mom tells me that all the time. Your family must be just like mine!

To love--to fall--is not a question. To touch--to kiss--to speak--those are questions.

Sometimes desire is air, sometimes desire is liquid. And every now and then, when everything else is air and liquid, desire solidifies, and the body is the magnet that draws its weight.

I see Nick's number. I debate whether to assign a name to his number. If I commit to that, then I will truly be heartbroken if he never calls me again; my heart will knot each and every time I use this phone and see his name in there. I would probably end up having to trash the phone entirely.

I wake up thinking of yesterday. The joy is in remembering; the pain is in knowing it was yesterday.