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 want to rip off your logic and make passionate sense to you.

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?

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

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

I swallowed a hand grenade that never stops exploding.

We didn’t deny the obvious, but we didn’t entirely accept it either. I mean, we said hello to it each morning in the foyer. We patted its little head as it made a mess in the backyard, but we never nurtured it. Many nights the obvious showed up at our bedroom door, in its pajamas, unable to sleep, in need of a hug, and we just stared at it like an Armenian, or even worse— hid beneath the covers and pretended not to hear its tiny sobs.