“I want to be unabashed, audacious, to gobble / space, to blush deeper each day in the sun, knowing / I’ll end up in an eager mouth.”
"I do not want / to give myself—I want to be stem, / stamen, petal, not blossom, not bloom—"
"There’s a dream I have in which I love the world. I run from end to end like fingers through her hair."
"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
"Snow is a landscape of loneliness. // It returns to Earth if only to be touched a little longer."