I am falling to the floor crying,” but there’s an element of the ridiculous to it — you knew it would happen and, even worse, while you’re on the floor crying you look at the...

Dear Forgiveness, you know that recentlywe have had our difficulties and there are many thingsI want to ask you.

This is where the evening splits in half, Henry, love or death. Grab an end, pull hard, and make a wish.

From the landscape: a sense of scale. From the dead: a sense of scale.

If you love me, Henry, you don’t love me in a way I understand.

Wanna make a monster? Take the parts of yourself that make you uncomfortable — your weaknesses, bad thoughts, vanities, and hungers — and pretend they’re across the room. It’s too ugly to be human. It’s...

He could build a city. Has a certain capacity. There’s a niche in his chestwhere a heart would fit perfectlyand he thinks if he could just maneuver one into place –well then, game over.

There is an empty space next to you in the backseat of the station wagon. Make it the shape of everything you need. Now say hello.

You’re trying not to tell him you love him, and you’re trying to choke down the feeling, and you’re trembling, but he reaches over and he touches you, like a prayer for which no words...

how we rolled up the carpet so we could dance, and the days were bright red, and every time we kissed there was anotherappleto slice into pieces.Look at the light through the windowpane. That means...

Here is the repeated image of the lover destroyed.

History repeats itself. Someone says this.History throws its shadow over beginning, over the desktop, over the sock drawer with its socks, its hidden letters.history is the little man in a brown suit trying to define...

We pull our boots on with both handsbut we can’t punch ourselves awake and all I can do is stand on the curb and say Sorryabout the blood in your mouth. I wish it was...

He had green eyes, so I wanted to sleep with him. Green eyes flecked with yellow, dried leaves on the surface of a pool. You could drown in those eyes, I said. The fact of...

A man walks into a bar and says: Take my wife–please. So you do. You take her out into the rain and you fall in love with her and she leaves you and you’re desolate.You’re...

We clutch our bellies and roll on the floor…When I say this, it should mean laughter,not poison.

Oh, the things we invent when we are scaredand want to be rescued.

The blond boy in the red trunks is holding your head underwaterbecause he is trying to kill you, and you deserve it, you do, and you know this, and you are ready to die in...

Who am I? I’m just a writer. I write things down. I walk through your dreams and invent the future. Sure, I sink the boat of love, but that comes later. And yes, I swallow...

He was pointing at the moon, but I was looking at his hand.

You’re in a car with a beautiful boy, and he won’t tell you that he loves you, but he loves you. And you feel like you’ve done something terrible, like robbed a liquor store, or...

Here is the cake, and here is the fork, and here’s the desire to put it inside us, and then the question behind every question: What happens next?