"I am so imperfect, can you love me when really my soul is deformed? Will you love me anyhow?"
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"I am so imperfect, can you love me when really my soul is deformed? Will you love me anyhow?"
"Don't bite till you know if it's bread or stone."
"Poems aren't postcards to send home."
"They [daisies] are my favorite flower. There is something innocent and vulnerable about them as if they thanked you for admiring them."
"The windows, the starving windows that drive the trees like nails into my heart."
"We are America. We are the coffin fillers. We are the grocers of death. We pack them in crates like cauliflowers."
"Daisies in water are the longest lasting flower you can give to someone. Fact. Buy daisies. Not roses."
"I am younger each year at the first snow."
"She is so naked and singular. She is the sum of yourself and your dream. Climb her like a monument, step after step. She is solid."
"The tongue, the Chinese say, is like a sharp knife: it kills without drawing blood."
"God has a brown voice, as soft and full as beer."
"Our children tremble in their teen-age cribs, whirling off on a thumb or a motorcycle."
"A woman / who loves a woman / is forever young."
"The beautiful feeling after writing a poem is on the whole better even than after sex, and that's saying a lot."
"Though rain curses the window let the poem be made."
"To love another is somethinglike prayer and it can't be planned, you just fallinto its arms because your belief undoes your disbelief."
"The boys and girls are one tonight. They unbutton blouses. They unzip flies. They take off shoes. They turn off the light. The glimmering creatures are full of lies. They are eating each other. They are overfed. At night, alone, I marry the bed."
"I’ll put it out there: I am scarred by the nostalgic indicipherability of my own desires; I an engulfed by the intimidating unknown, pushed through darkness and dragged down by the irretrievable past sweetness of my memories."
"this is no dream just my oily life where the people are alibis and the street is unfindable for an entire lifetime."
"The future is a fog that is still hanging out over the sea, a boat that floats home or does not."