To annihilate the world by annihilation of oneself is the deluded height of desperate egoism.

Oh what a poet I will flay myself into.

The trouble about jumping was that if you didn't pick the right number of stories, you might still be alive when you hit bottom.

I am still so naïve; I know pretty much what I like and dislike; but please, don’t ask me who I am. A passionate, fragmentary girl, maybe?

In this particular tub, two knees jut up like icebergs, while minute brown hairs rise on arms and legs in a fringe of kelp; green soap navigates the tidal slosh of seas breaking on legendary beaches; in faith we shall board our imagined ship and wildly sail among sacred islands of the mad till death shatters the fabulous stars and makes us real.

I felt like a racehorse in a world without racetracks.

we walk the plank with strangers.