You have to keep cracking yourself open or you become a parody of yourself.
When you call me close to tell me your body is not beautiful I want to summon the eyes and hidden mouths of stone and light and water to testify against you.
I bargain now. I offer buttons for his love.
Anything I tell you is an alibi for something else." Then let's be quiet together.
The Maestro says it's Mozart but it sounds like bubble gum when you're waiting for the miracle to come.
We are so lightly here. It is in love that we are made. In love we disappear.