“I am going to shrink and shrink until I am a dry fall leaf, complete with a translucent spine and brittle veins, blowing away in a stiff wind, up, up, up into a crisp blue sky.”
“I am the last leaf on the tree, and the wind is blowing.”
“Love is a green sky on a blue pasture, and I am the flying cow eating it all up.”
“So when the blue smoke of brittle leaves was in the air and the wind blew the wet laundry stiff on the line I decided to come back home.”
“A beautiful bright blue sky; up above so high; how happy i am; to feel fully satisfied.”
“I am not going to be the person who completes you,” he said, glancing at me and turning away. “You are one messed-up bitch.”