You are playing cards with three Jeffs. One is your father, one is your brother, and the other is your current boyfriend. All of them have seen you naked and heard you talking in your sleep. Your boyfriend Jeff gets up to answer the phone. To them he is a mirror, but to you he is a room.

I swear, I end up feeling empty, like you've taken something out of me and I have to search my body for scars.

I'm saying your name in the grocery store, I'm saying your name on the bridge at dawn. Your name like an animal covered with frost, your name like a music that's been transposed, a suit of fur, a coat of mud, a kick in the pants, a lungful of glass, the sails in wind and the slap of waves on the hull.

He was pointing at the moon, but I was looking at his hand.

If you love me, Henry, you don’t love me in a way I understand.

I am singing now while Rome burns.

This is where the evening splits in half, Henry, love or death. Grab an end, pull hard, and make a wish.