“My heart born nakedwas swaddled in lullabies.Later alone it worepoems for clothes.Like a shirtI carried on my backthe poetry I had read.So I lived for half a centuryuntil wordlessly we met.From my shirt on the back of the chairI learn tonighthow many yearsof learning by heartI waited for you.”
“Love, my child, is a thing that every mother learns; it is not born with a baby, but made; and for eleven years, I have learned to love you as my son.”
“I had finally learned that it was better to be alone than to be in a relationship that degraded my soul.”
“I suspected that there were things he knew that I had been waiting all my life to learn.”
“Wait, so am I allowed to put my shirt back on? Or did you want me to remove my pants, too?”
“I opened my doorand many, many crowded to come inI therefore pushed backthe walls of my roomto welcome all my guestsAnd the room became the homeof my friends and my room became the world.”