from Birds Hover the Trampled Field and Litany in Which
Certain Things Are Crossed Out
[text ID: The enormity of my desire disgusts me. / Love, for you, is larger than the usual romantic love. It’s like a religion. It’s terrifying. Now one will ever want to sleep with you. /end ID]
[text ID:
I swear, I end up feeling empty, like you’ve taken something out of me, and I have to search my body for the scars, thinking Did he find that one last tender place to sink his teeth in? /end ID]
[text ID: You just wanted to prove there was one safe place, just one safe place where you could love him. You have not found that place yet. You have not made that place yet. You are here. You are here. You’re still right here. /end ID]