If Love Wants You; If You've Been

When My Parents Were Liberated, Four Years Before I Was Born, They Found That The Ordinary World Outside The Camp Had Been Eradicated. There Was No More Simple Meal, No Thing Was Less Than Extraordinary: A Fork, A Mattress, A Clean Shirt, A Book. Not To Mention Such Things That Can Make One Weep: An Orange, Meat And Vegetables, Hot Water. There Was No Ordinariness To Return To, No Refuge From The Blinding Potency Of Things, An Apple Screaming Its Sweet Juice.

Important Lessons: Look Carefully; Record What You See. Find A Way To Make Beauty Necessary; Find A Way To Make Necessity Beautiful.

The Dead Leave Us Starving With Mouths Full Of Love.” From “memoriam

If Love Wants You; If You've Been Melted Down To Stars, You Will Love With Lungs And Gills; With Feathers And Scales; With Warm Blood And Cold.

There's A Moment When Love Makes You Believe In Death For The First Time. You Recognize The One Whose Loss, Even Contemplated, You'll Carry Forever, Like A Sleeping Child. All Grief, Anyone's Grief...is The Weight Of A Sleeping Child.