I Burn The Way Money Burns.

Look To Your Heart That Flutters In And Out Like A Moth. God Is Not Indifferent To Your Need. You Have A Thousand Prayers But God Has One.

God Went Out Of Me As If The Sea Dried Up Like Sandpaper, As If The Sun Became A Latrine. God Went Out Of My Fingers. They Became Stone. My Body Became A Side Of Mutton And Despair Roamed The Slaughterhouse.

The Marriage Twists, Holds Firm, A Sailor's Knot.

I Cannot Walk An Inch / Without Trying To Walk To God.

I Love The Word Warm. It Is Almost Unbearable-- So Moist And Breathlike.