But don’t you worry about gossip, sugar plum. I have a sense about these things. I can see you’re in love.
I had no name for what I wanted. Not this. Desire / As sudden as cool milk in the breasts of a virgin.
We drank tap with pride.
wandered into the garden to / find what there was to reap and —
She could feel the hot pitch under her feet stretching both ways, boundless, like a solid ocean glowing at two opposing horizons.
In the beginning, the pain was a small thing, barely worthy of notice.
As you can probably imagine, the hardest part was we never knew what to do with that eighth tentacle.
It’s funny how history repeats itself, right? That feels almost cosmic.
Christ’s body — yes, only bread, but still this idea of a man in your hands.
My cousin got a reputation at school, and she said reputations are like ghosts. Once they decide to haunt you, there’s nothing you can do to get rid of them.