Chipped Tooth Diaries

‘I’m your girl,’ she said in the dark. ‘Your girl. No matter what I’m always your girl.’

Soft as cream. Being alive was the hard part.

Oh, darling….You will be good to me, won’t you?…You will, won’t you?…Because we’re going to have a strange life.

I love to drink coffee with people in the morning. And I love to drink coffee in the morning with no one in my fucking face – Excuse my soul.

I came Burning burning burning burning.

Men have used her meanly. She will eat them.

I no longer want to believe these problems are too complex for us to make sense of them.

I have done nothing all summer but wait for myself to be myself again —

“It is mist and rose of eternal morning. Moon-honey that flows from buried stars. What is holy baptism but God become water”

I am light honed To a still point in the incandescent Onrush, a fine ash in the beast’s sudden Dessication when the sun explodes.