He says he is a perfect poet. He lives alone, with his perfect m… & sometimes they don’t even sp… So perfectly do they ‘communicate.… He lives alone, his greatest pleas…

I try to keep falling in love if only to keep death at bay.

The lessons we learned here (fumbling with our lunchbags, handkerchiefs & secret cheeks of bubblegum) were graver than any

The man under the bed The man who has been there for yea… The man who waits for my floating… The man who is silent as dustballs… The man whose breath is the breath…

This is the long tunnel of wanting… Its walls are lined with remembere… wet & red as the inside of you… full & juicy as your probing t… warm as your belly against mine,

I am the Sphinx. I am the woman buried in sand up to her chin. I am waiting for an archaeologist to unearth me,

If it is impossible to promise absolute fidelity, this is because we learn so much geography from the shifting of one body

Exploring each other’s depths, that surge of connection which makes the world seem sane,

People who live by the sea understand eternity. They copy the curves of the waves, their hearts beat with the tides, & the saltiness of their blood

Because you did, I too arrange fl… Watching the pistils just like ins… And the hard, red flesh of the pet… Widening beneath my eyes. They mo… Of clocks, seeming not to move exc…

Because he dreams of seeding the w… his eyes bite She looks He looks away He is snow-blind from staring at her breasts

For David Karetsky (April 14, 19… Putting the skis down in the white snow, the wind singing, the blizzard of time

When I am an old lady the young men will come to me & sit trembling at my trembling

Out in the world, the child cries for the mother as the wound cries for salt as the lover cries for her unrequited lover

Is God the one who eats the meat off the bones of dead people? —Molly Miranda Jong—Fast, age 3… God is the one, Molly,