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

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

I want to whisper poetry into your mind and imprint love letters to your soul and dance with you in an empty white room of potential

Now I'm just like everybody else, and it's so funny, the way monogamy is funny, the way someone falling down in the street is funny. I entered a revolving door and emerged as a human being. When you think of me is my face electronically blurred?

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?

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

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.