“”Wrapped in the good bleach, the house becomes both border and brine. As a dance floor, a little dirt is good for bodies to grip. You hold on. I hold on to anger.
As a stoke for flame, feeling is sufficient.
“”Poetry is not a turning loose of emotion, but an escape from emotion; it is not the expression of personality, but an escape from personality. But, of course, only those who have personality and emotions know what it means to want to escape from these things.
“”She was beautiful, but she was beautiful in the way a forest fire was beautiful: something to be admired from a distance, not up close.