“Whose fingers string the stalactite-Who counts the Wampum of the night”
“the girl somewhere,who reads you,whose skin has memorized your life.Nothing stops her fingers;they swim with you at night. ”
“Monkey stalactites”
“Experience counts for something. I count with my fingers. I could count on you, but you’ve only got one finger for me (the middle one).”
“As I write, My fingers tap tap the keys the way Ravi Shankar's fingers pluck and strum the strings of his sitar.”
“I have never really thought of him as a person, either.... A guy whose strings were broken, who didn’t feel the root of his leaves of grass connected to the field, a guy who was cracked. Like me.”