it blurs into nothing between night and day… into one moment where all is right and wrong… everything and nothing at all makes complete sense tonight. between the sheets or between the lines, she smiled and said, “you’re through…”
"(i’ll) write your name in the sand if you’ll do the same of mine. when i’m gone, alert the press. tell them that though my body is gone i am still living. and you’ll see me again. (of the) million words you said to me, spoke as loudly the flowers I laid out in the melting snow, wilting."