I'm going to live the next life in the same world as my body. I'm going to conquer something stunningly simple. There's going to be a tiny house on a forgettably pleasant street. Everything is going to make sense every day. Anger is going to lie down and beg love's forgineness. Love will forgive everything but itself. And when the moon lifts its face it's going to rain its amber sorrow over the silence.

like how today there was this tall girlcrossing the street in the afternoon sundark and pure as a hundred summer midnightsbraids long as her spinelaughing at something with her friendsnatural and selfless as windand the way it plunged meinto the deepest anguish of the momentbecause happiness crossed her facethe way riverwater continually rollsover the faces of smooth stonesand how I didn't know the precise combinationof w...

I have forgotten a thousand thingsmost of them moments of silent wonderingin which one pair of eyes can't breakfrom another pair of eyesand tremulous whispers give wayto the first brush of breathacross breath across lips movingtoward the heat of other lipsalready kissing out the shapesof words that will never be spokensung or whispered into that disappearing spacebetween lips here and eyes thereand those impossible explos...