Anything I Tell You Is

I Alwaysthought Of Myself As A Competent, Minor Poet. I Know Who I'm Up Against.

A Scar Is What Happens When The Word Is Made Flesh.

When You Stop Thinking About Yourself All The Time, A Certain Sense Of Repose Overtakes You.

When You Call Me Close To Tell Me Your Body Is Not Beautiful I Want To Summon The Eyes And Hidden Mouths Of Stone And Light And Water To Testify Against You.

It Doesn't Matter How Anything Happens.