Maybe in order to understand sex fully/one has to risk being destroyed by it.

When anyone escapes, my heart / leaps up. Even when it's I who am escaped from, / I am half on the side of the leaver.

I have never thought I could take it, not even for the children. It is all I have wanted to do, to stand between them and and pain. But I come from a long line of women who put themselves first.

There is something in me maybe someday to be written; now it is folded, and folded, and folded, like a note in school.

So I did quit coffee and I did quit smoking. But I haven't managed that with drinking!

... sometimes I can feel it, the way we are pouring slowly toward a curve and around it through something dark and soft, and we are bound to each other.

I'm probably so out of it at my age that I don't know what people think.