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He was pointing at the moon, but I was looking at his hand.

We clutch our bellies and roll on the floor ...
When I say this, it should mean laughter,
not poison.

Oh, the things we invent when we are scared
and want to be rescued.

Someone is digging your grave right now.

Love on the water, love underwater, love, love and so on.

The entire history of human desire takes about seventy minutes to tell. Unfortunately, we don't have that kind of time.

I've been in your body, baby, and it was paradise.
I've been in your body and it was a carnival ride.

Tell me we're dead and I'll love you even more.

Did he find that one last tender place to sink his teeth in?

I sleep. I dream. I make up things that I would never say. I say them very quietly.

From the landscape: a sense of scale. From the dead: a sense of scale.

Dear Forgiveness,I saved a plate for you.

I'm bleeding, I'm not just making conversation.

I am singing now while Rome
burns.

Okay, so I'm the dragon. Big deal. You still get to be the hero.

When you have nothing to say,
set something on fire.

If you love me, Henry, you don't love me in a way I understand.

Here is the cake, and here is the fork, and here's the desire to put it inside us, and then the question behind every question: What happens next?

We laugh & it pits the world against us.

I don't really blame you for being dead but you can't have your sweater back.

There is an empty space next to you in the backseat of the station wagon. Make it the shape of everything you need. Now say hello.

You are here. You are here. You're still right here.

Anything past the horizon is invisible, it can only be imagined. You want to see the future but you only see the sky.

You'd break your heart to make it bigger, so why not crack your skull when the mind swells.

Cut me open and the light streams out.
Stitch me up and the light keeps streaming out between the stitches

Someone has to leave first. This is a very old story. There is no other version of this story.

You a fever I am learning to live with

This is where the evening splits in half, Henry, love or death. Grab an end, pull hard, and make a wish.

How much can you change and get away with it, before you turn into someone else, before it's some kind of murder?

What is a ghost?
Something dead
that seems to be alive.
Something dead
that doesn't know it's dead.

I'm battling monsters, I'm pulling you out of the burning buildings/ and you say I'll give you anything but you never come through.

you're all I ever wanted

and worth dying for too

Dear Forgiveness, you know that recently
we have had our difficulties and there are many things
I want to ask you.

Let's admit, without apology, what we do to each other.

If the dead are watching, I want them to see us writing, dancing, singing, painting. I want them to see that we still reach out to each other.

Moonlight making crosses on your body, and me putting my mouth on every one.

We are at the crossroads, my little outlaw,
and this is the map of my heart, the landscape
after cruelty

Do we simply stare at what is horrible and forgive it?

but more frequently I was finding myself sleepless and he was running out of lullabies

God says, Which one of you fuckers can get to me first?

I swear, I end up feeling empty, like you've taken something out of me and I have to search my body for scars.

What can you know about a person? They shift in the light. You can't light up all sides at once.

You just wanted to prove there was one safe place, just one safe place where you could love him. You have not found that place yet.

The light is no mystery, the mystery is that there is something to keep the light from passing through.

Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.
I couldn't get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time.

Someone once told me that explaining is an admission of failure.
I'm sure you remember, I was on the phone with you, sweetheart.

The boy's no good. The boy is just no good. / but he takes you in his arms and pushes your flesh around to see if you could ever be ugly to him.

We laugh & it pits the world against us.

I wanted to hurt you / but the victory is that I could not stomach it.

You are a fever I am learning to live with, and everything is happening
at the wrong end of a very long tunnel.

Here is the repeated image of the lover destroyed.

Everyone needs a place. It shouldn't be inside of someone else.

Verse. Chorus. Verse.
I'm sorry. We know how it works. The world is no longer mysterious.

Love always wakes the dragon and suddenly flames everywhere.

Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake
and dress them in warm clothes again.

You play along, because you want to die for love, you always have.

I take off my hands and I give them to you but you don't want them, so I take them back and put them on the wrong way, the wrong wrists.