"Love your self's self where it lives."
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"Love your self's self where it lives."
"I love you. You are closest to my heart, closer than any other human being. You are my extension. You are my prayer. You are my belief in God. For better or worse you inherit me."
"... man is eating the earth up like a candy bar."
"And tonight our skin, our bones, that have survived our fathers, will meet, delicate in the hold, fastened together in an intricate lock. Then one of us will shout, "My need is more desperate!" and I will eat you slowly with kisses even though the killer in you has gotten out."
"... and my love stays bitterly glowing, spasms of it will not sleep, and I am helpless and thirsty and need shade but there is no one to cover me- not even God."
"women are born twice."
"I suffer for birds and fireflies but not frogs, she said, and threw him across the room. Kaboom! Like a genie out of a samovar, a handsome prince arose in the corner of the bedroom."
"Letters are false really - they are expressions of the way you wish you were instead of the way you are."
"stop the darkness and its amputations and find the real McCoy in the private holiness of my hands."
"the marriage twists, holds firm, a sailor's knot."
"unless I can shake myself free of my dog, my flag, of my desk, my mind, I find life a bit of a drag. Not always, mind you. Usually I'm like my frying pan useful, graceful, sturdy and with no caper, no plan."
"You cutting the lawn, fixing the machines, all this leprous day and then more vodka, more soda and the pond forgiving our bodies, the pond sucking out the throb."
"My husband sings Baa Baa black sheep and we pretend that all's certain and good, that the marriage won't end."
"Blind with love, my daughter has cried nightly for horses, those long-necked marchers and churners that she has mastered, any and all, reigning them in like a circus hand."
"I'll Vacuum up my stale hair, I'll pay all my neighbors' bad debts, I'll write a poem called Yellow and put my lips down to drink it up."
"bike downtown, stick out tongues at the Catholics. Or form a Piss Club where we all go in the bushes and peek at each other's sex."
"There is a good look that I wear like a blood clot. I have sewn it over my left breast. I have made a vocation of it."
"Now, in my middle age, about nineteen in the head I'd say, I am rowing, I am rowing."
"All considerations for these human remains! They must have an escort! They are classified!"
"Every time I get happy the Nana-hex comes through. Birds turn into plumber's tools, a sonnet turns into a dirty joke, a wind turns into a tracheotomy, a boat turns into a corpse."