"I peeled / a banana. And cursed God—His arrogance, / His gall—to still expect our devotion / after creating love."
"It’s hard up there. You dig in a box for whatever the moment requires: sweater, wreath, the other half of the walky-talky, and find twelve things you forgot about
"You can’t bring back the dead, / but you can have the words forgive and forget hold hands / as if they meant to spend a lifetime together."
"Let the people who never find true love / keep saying that there’s no such thing. // Their faith will make it easier for them to live and die."