“How I would singlike a kettle to keep you”

“Deep SongBelief is what buries us—that& the belief in belief—No longerdo I trust liltlessness—leewardis the world'sway—Go onplunge in—the lungs willlet us float.Joy is the mile-high ledgethe leap—a breathabove the lip of the abandonedquarry—beliefthe dark the deep.”

“holding tight / to their pocketbooks / at the pearly gates / just in case.”

“Daylight Savings"Like the money the lightdoesn't goas far these days”

“How many times would you do it, you think? How many times would you sacrifice yourself for good?”“Every time,” I answer automatically.”

“You can trust me, he says.You would say that. How do I know you ain’t lyin?You don’t. But I ain’t.”

“Okay, so I want to talk about it. Dammit, how can you be so good at the whole keeping things to yourself thing? It's really hard.”