“To live in this world you must be able to do three things:
to love what is mortal;
to hold it against your bones
knowing your own life depends on it;
and when the time comes to let it go,
to let it go.”

–Mary Oliver

“You are covering the cot
with sheets. I feel
no end. No end. It stalls
in me. It’s still alive.”

–Louise Gluck

everything I touch turns to compulsion
except for men I love
which turns to 

“gone”