“It’s the morning after Halloween. I’m still in my fox costume”

“I panicked on the fourth day when I realized…”

“the opportunity to cement this long-standing but impersonal connection”

“stars drag their fingertips through the flesh of my body”

“there is a certain level of humility the offending partner must assume”

“My 80-year-old father lines up to buy his ration of food”

“The joints of your knuckles slip inside the heat”

“It is my Hail Mary of self-destruction”

“drugs on the living room table, like other houses have flowers or a bowl of fruit”

“I never asked to see it, I never wanted to see it.”

“the stories we each hold in our joints and flesh”

“After he died I’d lie on my bed. Sobbing. Skinless.”

“Maybe I’m also Jessica Jones.”

“like what sex is supposed to be. Giving in.”

“The water rippled when the drone struck the house”

“I’d like to have the jammingest world beats in my set list, boogie tunes…”

“Some things in our life, we repeat over and over and over.”

“We got inspired for a short while to attempt to find my G spot.”

“My boyfriend knew that the cat was him”

“What is an altar, anyway? Why did I have one?”