I’m sorry and thank you. These are the only words that mean anything when you are dying. Once you tear it all away, get to the core of what your life meant, all that is left is gratitude and apologies.
I show up at your concert. I’m embarrassed to be here. Because I’m only here to see you. Because I’m only…
The shape of love is as amorphous as the curves of a cloud. The static stretchiness of honeycomb opening. Delicate flesh is a portal to another world.
When I’m with you, I’m new. By new, I mean I’m enlivened.
I realized I was drunk on the blooms of summer.