Who would have guessed it possible that waiting is sustainable. A place with its own harvest.

Failure: the renewable resource.

The day misspent, the love misplaced, has inside it the seed of redemption. Nothing is exempt from resurrection.

Tenderness and Rot Tenderness and rot share a border. And rot is an aggressive neighbor whose iridescence keeps creeping over. No lessons can be drawn from this however. One is not two countries. One is not meat corrupting. It is important to stay sweet and loving.

It's important to have your private enjoyments because sometimes that's all we have.

It’s hard not to jump out instead of waiting to be found. It’s hard to be alone so long and then hear someone come around. It’s like some form of skin’s developed in the air that, rather than have torn, you tear. "Hide and Seek

The satisfactions/of agreement are/immediate as sugar--/a melting of the/granular, a syrup/that lingers, shared/not singular./Many prefer it.