Most Sex Is Not Really Intimate.

You Reach A Point In Life Where You Realize That You Might As Well Do What You Need To Do, Because Your Being Loved Or Not Being Loved Is Really A Function Of The People You Encounter And Not Of Yourself. That Is An Immensely Liberating Insight.

Ken, My Husband, Just Smelled Like He Belonged To Me. I'm Not Talking About Hygiene. I'm Talking About When You Hug Him, He Either Feels Like A Member Of Your Tribe Or Not. It's Their Scent.

Spring, / You Are A Pinking Shears: You Cut / Fresh Edges On The World.

I Don't Cook. My Mother Didn't Cook. My Daughter Doesn't Cook.

Underneath It All, You Longed To Be Annihilated By Love.