”You're kind in the ways you wish to be kind

and each day is as much the same as you

wish it were different. Lavish your limits."

she said, "Embrace me customarily

but be a little longer letting go."

"You naked ghost, tie me down and somehow

die again," I pleaded, "leave me screaming,

'I'm better now!'"

                          "Better like a better

person? Or like you're no longer ill?"

she asked. "You will go to actual jail.

Now, didn't it feel odd, to put your mouth

against someone else's for the first time?

Cloud-print sheets and yawning purple shadows,
as familiar as wetting the bed."