“A new word. Bright with possibilities. A flawless pearl to turn over and over in my hand, then put away for safekeeping.”
“I place my hands over her ears and tip her head back, and kiss her, and try to put my heart into hers, for safekeeping, in case I lose it again.”
“Put your hand over my heart.”
“Turn over a new leaf, fuck it turn over the whole tree.”
“In Isleta the rainbow was a crack in the universe. We saw the barest of all life that is possible. Bright horses rolled over and over the dusking sky.”
“I had a gift too; not the bright and shining coin that was Christopher's. It was my way to turn over all that glittered and look for the tarnish.”