"My heart is on a budget. It keeps me on the brink."
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"My heart is on a budget. It keeps me on the brink."
"And if I tried to give you something else, something outside myself, you would not know that the worst of anyone can be, finally, an accident of hope"
"I think of myself as writing for one person, that one perfect reader who understands and loves."
"Poets are sitting in my kitchen. Why do these poets lie? Why do children get children and Did you hear what it said?"
"With this pen I take in hand my selves and with these dead disciples I will grapple. Though rain curses the window let the poem be made."
"I was only sitting here in my white study with the awful black words pushing me around."
"being sixteen in the pants I died full of questions"
"I brush my hair, waiting in the pain machine for my bones to get hard, for the soft, soft bones that were laid apart and were screwed together. They will knit. And the other corpse, the fractured heart, I feed it piecemeal, little chalice. I'm good to it."
"I was spread out dailyand examined for flaws."
"Daylight is nobody's friend. God comes in like a landlord and flashes on his brassy lamp."
"I would sell my life to avoid the pain that begins in the crib with its bars or perhaps with your first breath when the planets drill your future into you."
"life is a trick, life is a kitten in a sack."
"So I won't hang around in my hospital shift, repeating The Black Mass and all of it. I say Live, Live because of the sun, the dream, the excitable gift."
"I must always forget how one word is able to pick out another, to manner another, until I have got something I might have said... but did not."
"Today is made of yesterday, each time I steal toward rites I do not know, waiting for the lost ingredient, as if salt or money or even lust would keep us calm and prove us whole at last."
"If you meet a cross-eyed person you must plunge into the grass, alongside the chilly ants, fish through the green fingernails and come up with the four-leaf clover."
"Despite my asbestos gloves, the cough is filling me with black, and a red powder seeps through my veins."
"I burn the way money burns."
"There is an animal inside me, clutching fast to my heart, a huge crab."
"My sleeping pill is white. It is a splendid pearl; it floats me out of myself, my stung skin as alien as a loose bolt of cloth."