“I drop to the curb like childhood leaving a body.”
“There are days I drop words of comfort on myself like falling leaves and remember that it is enough to be taken care of by my self.”
“I covet truth; beauty is unripe childhood's cheat; I leave it behind with the games of youth.”
“The hard thin body of my childhood was just beginning to miraculously soften like the cracked ground of wadi when rain falls.”
“And yet one arrives somehow, finds himself loosening the hooks of her dress in a strange bedroom-- feels the autumn dropping its silk and linen leaves about her ankles. The tawdry veined body emerges twisted upon itself like a winter wind.”
“Your childhood hunger is the one that never leaves you.”