[text ID: But angels are pouring out of the farmland, angels are swarming over the grassland, Angels rising from their little dens, arms swinging, wings aflutter, dropping their white-hot bombs of love. /end ID]
[text ID: I was away, I don’t know where, lying on the floor, pretending I was dead. I wanted to hurt you but the victory is that I could not stomach it. /end ID]
[text ID: You can sleep now, you said. You can sleep now. You said that. I had a dream where you said that. Tanks for saying that. You weren’t supposed to. /end ID]
[text ID: I’m not really sure why I do it, but in this version you are not feeding yourself to a bad man against a black sky prickles with small lights. /end ID]
[text ID: So maybe I wanted to give you something more than a catalog of non-definitive acts, something other than the desperation. Dear So-and-So, I’m sorry I couldn’t come to your party. Dear So-and-So, I’m sorry I came to your party and seduced you and left you bruised and ruined, you poor sad thing. /end ID]
[text ID: Here is my hand, my heart, my throat, my wrist. Here are the illuminated cities at the center of me, and here is the center of me, which is a lake, which is a well that we can drink from, but I can’t go through with it. I just don’t want to die anymore. /end ID]
