It Is The Loose Ends With Which

I Believed I Was A Salamander, And It Seems I Am Nothing But An Impediment.

I Don’t Suppose I Really Know You Very Well - But I Know You Smell Like The Delicious Damp Grass That Grows Near Old Walls And That Your Hands Are Beautiful Opening Out Of Your Sleeves And That The Back Of Your Head Is A Mossy Sheltered Cave When There Is Trouble In The Wind And That My Cheek Just Fits The Depression In Your Shoulder.

And, Joey, If You Ever Want To Know About The Japonicas And The Daisy Fields It Will Be Alright That You Have Forgotten Because I Will Be Able To Tell You About How It Felt To Be Feeling That Way You Cannot Quite Remember – That Will Be For The Time When Something Happens Years From Now That Reminds You Of Now.

Being In Love, She Concluded, Is Simply A Presentation Of Our Pasts To Another Individual, Mostly Packages So Unwieldy That We Can No Longer Manage The Loosened Strings Alone.

Looking For Love Is Like Asking For A New Point Of Departure ... Another Chance In Life.