"What did it mean for us? Because everthing I did, everything that happened to me, that was what I asked myself-what does this mean for us. It meant I was farther away from from you, different. It meant that if we let ourselvves, we could get closer that we had ever been. Disappear into each other. You'd bleed and I wouldn't Then we both would."
"There are so many kids that want to die. She's probably the one that wanted to live the most. I thought, no, I want to live as much as she did. But only if ... and then I realized how much it sucked for me to think that. Think about myself like that, complain. I was here and I could go dancing and sweat all night and eat donuts and go roller-skating and take bubble baths and grow up. I had you. Right there with me. I had you living in my life and I was alive."
I REMEMBER THE HEAT singing like circles, the cold beer can crushed in my hand-how razor sharp the place I drank from-the laughter tumbling like your hair. I remember the blue flowers in your hair. You showed me the way their blood was glue, clinging to you by themselves.
Try not to think of your sunburned shoulders peeling little bits of flesh like insect wings, your lefs on the dashboard, the hair on them glinting, the sand on your toes.
Try not to think of Death. Try not to think. Try not to. Try not.
" We got quiet. The garden was combing her hair and putting on her earrings. The house was full of dancing creatures, not male not female but both, two lovers in one body. The books downstairs were reciting their poetry to each other, rubbing together, whispering through the leather covers. Wine was flowing through the water pipes. You had caught my leaping heart in you hand like a fish.
