"To this day, I still think of your chest. Of that stupid fedora you refused to take off. Of the pair of Levis that made your ass look almost sacred. I think of the fact that any of this still makes me wet, and how much I hate myself for it."
"I have eclipsed the age at which my mother became pregnant with me – eclipsed even more so the age at which she lost her virginity. I am twenty-eight, and yet still look like a thirteen-year-old girl entering puberty."
"You are five-years-old, sitting with your brothers and sister at the dining room table. You are eating eggs. You are not smiling. No one is. You won’t yet understand that not all families are like this."
"We are beautiful monsters – no soul, but a body that you’d kill for. And you do. You overflow your bodies with so much water
that you become a living, dying irony."
"Somewhere inside me there is an entire country named after you. Doors to rooms I built into the sides of mountains. My ribs – that tender mountain range of muscle and bone that still holds the memory of us."