Once, I kissed someone and I’m afraid it ruined the world. I’ve learned it’s not what you do with the knife—it’s how you hold it after. But how do you hold something like that? Something that never stops baring its teeth; a voiceless dog, all bite, no bark.

persephone teaches you how to leave. she says,watch as I chew the youth of my body. watch me swallow the pomegranate seeds.

I said nothing for a time, just ran my fingertips along the edge of the human-shaped emptiness that had been left inside me.

To me people with intuition are like wall-less rooms, like ballets, like abstract painting, like music. They are transparent, and you are never in danger of breaking your head against a brick wall. They can receive, feel directly. And when they get the wrong idea about something, they still aren’t afraid of getting it right.

I used to say I’d know you anywhere, but it’s getting harder.