“There is a cairn of shames, towered and teetering on his chest, that the slightest movement could lethally topple.”

“I’m only able to really get going once I stop trying to seek a way out.”

“Ruining something felt like a reason to proceed.”

“on the chair shining wet from the rain / still hung a black piece of laundry.”

“Maybe it’s surrender to Mary I want, I said. A feminine divine.”