Bring to me, it said, continual proof / you’ve been alive.

Where are we going? It’s not an issue of here or there. And if you ever feel you can’t take another step, imagine how you might feel to arrive, if not wiser, a little more...

Altruism is for thosewho can’t endure their desires.There’s a worldas ambiguous as a moan,a pleasure moanour earnest neighborsmight think a crime.It’s where we could live.I’ll say I love you,Which will lead, of course,to disappointment,but those...

Anyone out without the excuse of a dog should be handcuffed and searched for loneliness.

All good poems are victories over something.

I’ve triedto become someone else for a while,only to discover that he, too, was me.

I’ll say I love you,Which will lead, of course,to disappointment,but those words unsaidpoison every next moment.I will try to disappoint youbetter than anyone else has.

ConnubialBecause with alarming accuracy she’d been identifying patterns I was unaware of—this tic, that tendency, like the way I’ve mastered the language of intimacy in order to conceal how I felt— I knew I was...

I will try to disappoint youbetter than anyone else has.