“I slide down between the sheets beside him, like a secret letter slipped into the safety of an envelope. And dream of ancient places, where everyone is young.”

“I shut my eyesand see a pocket of darkness.I want to fold myselfflat and crisp,slip inside of itlike a sheet of paperinto an envelope.”

“Be hole, be dust, be dream, be wind/Be night, be dark, be wish, be mind,/Now slip, now slide, now move unseen,/Above, beneath, betwixt, between.”

“There was a mysterious chasm between this island and the greater world, just like there was between old and young, ancient and new.”

“where was I? in remarking that me is the envelopes and not nearly so much so, the often foolish letters inside.”

“When I see a couple of kidsAnd guess he's fucking her and she'sTaking pills or wearing a diaphragm,I know this is paradiseEveryone old has dreamed of all their lives—Bonds and gestures pushed to one sideLike an outdated combine harvester,And everyone young going down the long slide”