Bring To Me, It Said, Continual Proof

Oh Abstractions Are Just Abstract Until They Have An Ache In Them.

Connubial Because With Alarming Accuracy She’d Been Identifying Patterns I Was Unaware Of—this Tic, That Tendency, Like The Way I've Mastered The Language Of Intimacy In Order To Conceal How I Felt— I Knew I Was In Danger Of Being Terribly Understood.

I Love What's Left After Love Has Been Tested.

I Will Try To Disappoint You Better Than Anyone Ever Has.

Now And Again I Feel The Astonishment Of Being Alive Like This, In This Body.