"In the crooks of your
body,I find my religion."
"Sweet mother, I cannot weave-
slender aphrodite has
overcome me with
longing for a girl."
“I could recognize him by touch alone,
by smell; I would know him blind, by the
way his breaths came and his feet struck
the earth. I would know him in death, at
the end of the world. And perhaps it is
the greater grief, after all, to be left
on earth when another is gone.”