We Have No Home, She Told Me.

This Was The Life I Was Going To Be Living, Everybody Separated From Everybody Else, Hanging On For A Moment Only To Be Washed Away.

I Emitted Some Civetlike Female Stink, A Distinct Perfume Of Sexual Wanting, That He Had Followed To Find Me Here In The Dark.

Never Apologize. Never Explain.

Find Someone Who Will Tremble For Your Touch, Someone Whose Fingers Are A Poem.

It Was Only Natural To Want To Destroy Something You Could Never Have.