I love what's left after love has been tested.
When I stop becoming, that's when I worry.
Better to be furious at one thing, become radiant with purpose. Better to love links and rhythms than all-embracing answers.
All good poems are victories over something.
I’ll always deny that I kissed her. I was just whispering into her mouth.
Connubial Because with alarming accuracy she’d been identifying patterns I was unaware of—this tic, that tendency, like the way I've mastered the language of intimacy in order to conceal how I felt— I knew I was in danger of being terribly understood.