“the girl somewhere,who reads you,whose skin has memorized your life.Nothing stops her fingers;they swim with you at night. ”
“Who loves the world? The sleeper does”
“Your face is a secret. Hiss, Hiss.”
“I grow weird in the field”
“. . . God made white people boring,then yawned and they all turned to stone.”
“And your skin, it tastes like me. I want to taste you everywhere.”
“He really wished she would stop fingering the brick.”