Once I thought I found love, but then I realized I was just out of cigarettes.

I graduated first in my class from alibi school.

I swallowed a hand grenade that never stops exploding.

There's two kinds of women--those you write poems about and those you don't.

But one kiss levitates above all the others. The intersection of function and desire. The I do kiss. The I’ll love you through a brick wall kiss. Even when I’m dead, I’ll swim through the Earth, like a mermaid of the soil, just to be next to your bones.

I've had the wind knocked out of me, but never the hurricane

No rescue boat can save the touches I left bobbing in the wild ocean of your flesh, but if they cut open your heart, like the belly of a shark, dumped its contents on a table—would there be any trace of me?