The good and the bad, the sugar and the salt, the kicks and the kisses—what’s come before and what will come after, you and me—

The right thing and the easy thing are never the same.

no light no dark no you no me know light know dark know you know me

I suppose I am a snob. I loathe towns. I loathe townspeople. They have small minds and giant backsides. Which is to say, what they lack in interiors they make up in posteriors.

The poems are all wrong. It's a bang, a really big bang. Not a whimper. And sometimes gold can stay.

Laws of physics laws of love of time and space and the (in)between place (in)between you and me and where we are lost and looking looking and lost

The ways I could hurt her and hurt myself. Those two things were intertwined somehow. It's hard to explain, but when you were as closed off as I was the past few months, opening felt as wrong as stripping naked in church.