“I am that last, thatfinal thing, the bodyin a white sheet listening,”
“Some nights I need to be held. Tonight I'm a listener. So nice to lie in rumpled sheets and listen. Cover me with words.”
“I am only certain of one thing. If we are the sum total of our relationships, my balance sheet is bleeding red ink.”
“White on rice. Green on grass. Sheets on a bed. Him on her.”
“It is the last thing we learn, / listening to the creature world…”
“Raindrops on roses and girls in white dresses and sleeping with roaches and taking best guesses and shade of the sheets and before all the stains and a few more of your least favorite things...”